Thursday, March 02, 2006

Hemlock

A song from my past...

the ancient hemlock in the yard
gently nods its head
branches tossing in the wind
can it hear what has been said?

much time has passed since last we met
can’t even remember the date
were we standing in the garden?
or talking by the gate?

the ancient hemlock in the yard
gently nods its head
branches tossing in the wind
can it hear what has been said?

you said our time had ended
and that you were moving on
I understood your meaning
so I packed it up and gone

the ancient hemlock in the yard
gently nods its head
branches tossing in the wind
can it hear what has been said?

today our paths are not the same
but the hemlocks remain sacred
walking the paths of my favorite wood
I stop and reach for a magical branch

turn the green leaf
see the two white stripes:

one for day
the other for night
one for summer
the other for winter
one for me
the other for you

I say a prayer in my heart
and release the bended branch,
"I hereby release my love for you
and trust now my luck to chance"

the ancient hemlock in the yard
gently nods its head
branches tossing in the wind
can it hear what has been said?

2 comments:

Jim Lichtenwalter said...

Very nice... Makes me think of the large walnut tree that still grows at the house where I grew up 40 years ago. It was a mamoth of a tree back then.

Ralph said...

Yeah, it took a couple beers, a fire and some Jason Gibbs spinning Deep Blue to totally get down with that for me.

Trememdous sad, bluesy work, DocTor Dee (and that's my best sad Jack Kerouac-esque quote.)

Cheers.
Ralph