The Tree of Love…

Tree of love

They called it the tree of love
with eternal blossoms and
dreams dangling in the
mystic romantic silence
between birth and awakening;

And it is to this tree
my dear,that the colours
of my soul hang from.

They told me my love had
no place- for I had not
watered the tree nor basked
in its shade, nurturing it
with a sweet and graceful presence.

Yet, why is it that
my soul returns to it again
and again… unknowing?

Let them collect my colours
and mix them all up
let my colours remain unseen
to my blind eyes and heart-
In a still puddle of unseen joy…