the leaves
like some broken patchwork
permitted light
to touch his face
forming shadows
of fine black lace
which caused the sun to wink at him
through these portholes
he saw the sky
the endless sea
of dreams untold
where clouds
were knights
and dragons bold
where he a boy could fly each day
but then
all too very soon
the night had cast
it’s spell on time
and from his tree
he had to climb
downward
towards his fate with men
unable is he
to climb that tree
which led to dreams
that are untold
for now it’s limbs
refuse to hold
the boyish man
who tries to climb
now another
will climb his tree
permitting light
to touch his face
and from the sky
a dream embrace
before the night
can cast it’s spell
Read Between the Minds 
Beautiful! Love the picture with the poetry.
This picture is perfect, black like the night and white like a vivid dream. A great read. Thanks
Beautiful imagery. i love the metaphor. Time has its effect on us all. I think we can all relate to this.
good stuff man
That’s a fun poem to read out loud. It’s terribly rhythmic. Makes me think of Birches by Robert Frost (habit of mine to play the comparison game).
i like this bro. thank you for your kind words, as well. 🙂
I love the rhythm of this poem – it flows beautifully! Thank you!
shadows of fine black lace…very lovely. Thank you for visiting me otherwise I might never have found and read you.
I am now of course completely hooked and shall look forward to reading more of your offerings.
Blessings
Mary
I was very glad to find your poems…they are just wonderful and I will continue to look for your new postings.
This poem is fantastic, captures the spirit of carefree youth sliding into adulthood. Really cleverly written, I’ll keep checking back.
A perfect image and lovely ending. Very economic. I was afraid that the night’s spell was a frivolous line until it repeated at the end to become the clincher. A niggly bit: I miss the punctuation. Otherwise wouldn’t change a thing.
FYI I’ve linked you to my blog. Can’t wait to see more.
This is great! I too enjoyed the’shadows of black lace’ We can still climb those trees (in our heads) and we should never stop trying. The photo would make a great mono or lino print and is thoughtfully matched to the poem. Good!