THE TREASURE OF THE WING TREE

Poem by Celestine

God put the right eyes, to the right people

But the right people don't need eyes! 

Gave away my dreams in the race of life

Flying crazy over time.

I was his treasure,

Solitude pruning my death

With so many arms hid inside the pocket of times.

Dance into my ear,

Whispering the flight of gathering leaves,

At the wedding of your monomial heart.

Climbing the ladder of your soul,

You cheated the wind.

The tree inside your blue eyes

Was born to love the man,

Getting to the heaven oval leaf

With the hands behind his back.

The tree grew inside my heart

I was the chimney sweep of love.

I laid the sky down on the tree's chest 

Flying with his wing leaves,

I caught your smile.

 Lost among the leaves

You kissed the death on the cheek.

Why did you lift the treasure without crown,

When the trees die from the root?

You've jumped over the world,

Wallowing into the grass,

With giant strides you've stepped over the death,

 Thralling your fear of wings.

  

Hewers of wood and drawers of water

Dancing the anti-wing dance of the tree.

Leaf wings revolving your wounded chest

When you fly again!

Then you pulled the orphan word 

 Punishing my love with silence

Burning dance.

 

Levitation of the wing tree

Made me sleep under your arms.

Have you ever looked at my chest 

When you lifted me up from the morning's hell?

 It was the treasure of my wing tree,

The never-ending dream of flying

When you can't touch the land,

With your bare feet.

EXERCISING LOVE