I See Forgiveness Trees

If all the world was an open field, 

and hearts opened as truth was told

wouldn't we,come to be happy.

 

Wouldn't you, and wouldn't I

follow along and live our lives, tenderly.

Wouldn't we see

that all there is,

was where we were,

before you dropped dead,

and I became a weeping heart, still stop-starting.

Now you visit me, occasionally,

as some thought going forward,

believing trust had come to be,

what I was seeing,

but along the way that disappeared

and so did you,

and all I ever knew was I was the nest

you came home to,

leave a feather,

and never say where you've been,

unseen and unknowable, gone or not show-able.

Past and Sorrow: my words for you

Peace and Love

flew too high, you never landed from the sky.

Come the day you went away,

come the crash of secret lies

come the whispers,

come the way to go beyond and feed the birds

with seeds from stories I never heard.

The tears from the well

roll down my cheeks and chime the bell

the windmill shifts,

my heart will lift

the straw-bales roll down to the coast

you were the one I loved the most.

The cycles of grief

the wells of life

the bells chime with hearts in harmony

old souls see,

through riven waves of those past days.

All I find now, and ever hope to be,

is love.

All Love.

Here beside the forgiveness tree,

I sit so peacefully.

Footnote: 

This verse was written 'in the flow'

so there is sparse punctuation
It came on April 29, 2020.