Before the white pages, my heavy eyes.
Staring beyond the blankness.
Manipulating space and time.
Balancing fast to the tree’s heartbeat.
I pick up the natural rhythm.
A fragile vessel full of juice.
Once upon a time I was alive.
Curving branches and deep spreading roots.
Bright, scented, purple leaves.
A freaky bird calling its mate.
Travellers reposing in the shade.
An appreciative sough greeting the sun.
Bathing in the warmth of the night.
Saturated with Selene’s silver glow.
Once upon a time I was in love.
A fairytale woven in the starry sky.
Surrounded by frightening white.
Tonight my heart is as dry as a bone
My tree a handful of shrivelled dreams.
Once upon a time, I was in love.