Of Trees and Treason

In uniform, you stood

Stately, composed

Rising perfectly

From a picky pine floor

Your bark, thick skinned

Never felt the sun

Beating gently in sync

With your heart

  ~

Roots hidden and bent

Lies told and sold

You fell gracefully

To those naïve

Your story stands still

Teetering on old twigs

Carelessly swaying

With the wind

Autopilot

All systems go

Buzzing, fuzzy

My legs are walking

My mouth is talking

But I am on autopilot

Numbed and knocked out

By something bigger

Than what we had

Maybe I’ll go

Dazed and drowning

My eyes are burning

My heart is yearning

But I am on autopilot

Snowed and sloughed off

By something bigger

Than what I thought we had