Vines on Trees

She takes me back, every time.
She pulls me right across the line.
She moves me over from the cracks,
She picks me up and then unpacks.
I rushed to Her for loves embrace,
then push Her back , escaping Grace.
This dance we do, moves on and on,
never meant to stop the songs.

I could never let you go somehow,
forever locked inside you now.
Our rest will come between the notes,
a place we’ll go to jump the moat.
This picture has me inside its frame,

eternity never has a name.

Vines that wind around the trees,
Flowers always call the bees.
My blood has changed since I breathed you,
blades of grass bend to the dew.
Forms that flood into my eyes,
come postage stamped from your side.

Among the changing tides and days,
we’re intertwined between the rays.
My world view irrevocably changed,
nothing ever stays the same.
But you.