tree house…

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
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

12 thoughts on “tree house…

  1. 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.


  2. 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.

  3. 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!

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