Maddy

A pine cone from a diamond tree fell and landed at my feet,

as a rain drop falls from the clouds

in the first tears of a gentle storm.

And now a sapling has grown beside me for almost three years,

a blossom in my heart,

a ripening of the fruit of my longing,

the realization of a new beloved–

a love in struggle

against the frail skeleton

of death,

a rose

in a glass of crystal tears.

My dear–

I love and

dream for you

as your tree grows

and dies

by my side.