Therese Gramercy . . . the girl named Trees

Open Gate to the Sky


Have you ever loved
without questioning why,
why this one, why this place,
why at this time in my life?

I trusted his heart,
I could see the life in his words,
the golden love in his aura,
how his tortured soul yearned.

He taught me the truth,
that I was beautiful,
he was one who could see
to the core of my soul.

Watching his struggles,
my own heart became torn,
in his angst and confusion
we both lost our nerve.

In my irrational fear,
I took our love down,
when I came into clarity,
I turned to find he was gone.