Tree of Life...

 In shadows we lived, our lives along side our lives where conscious moments fell in step, a parallel universe of light and shade beside our darkness. It was there behind a looking glass of yearning I touched you and was touched by you. Those were the moments when we wandered from the path and found a road on which only the two of us could travel and where nothing of the tainted world that trudged on beside us could enter, or even had meaning. Together we planted a seed in that place, in a place where we could nurture it, as it became a true part of our growth.

It was there our true reality began the complete truth of who we were and in that time, we saw the clearest future, crystal in its brightness and we were breathless as we contemplated the potential of it all. We carved our promises in deep meaningful letters on the tree bark of that life, held within our hearts, which told of a first love, a tender love, for all eternity. Deepest talismans of passion with hearts in pain and souls enfolded in hope, our depth of emotion skilfully fashioned by our love and with our love. Secrets and pledges were made and our tree grew stronger, fed through the niche we had carved, nourished by the purest feelings we poured into it.  

There, beneath those branches we found strength, strength enough to tear down the barriers before our future and build new barricades against our past. It was our place, our road and our journey and each day we found it a little easier regardless of the obstacles that landed in our path. We travelled through the spring of our tree, saw its new beginnings, watched our growth flourish and explode into bloom. Then the unsettled spring came and the rain and clouds teased us daily but with each the burst of sunshine, new shoots appeared in expectation. We hoped one day, those boughs would be the complete strength of us.

Within all of that, beneath the love carved deep upon its surface, our strength grew; we grew, never once expecting the summer bloom to fade. Yet autumn came, and the leaves of our emotions died and fell, our carpet of hope beneath the tree no longer danced on the breeze, but was dampened by the rain of fallen tears as the winds of change took their toll. In time the blossoms of our destiny were completely frozen, our hopes withered beneath the icy winds and the strength of us diminished. We knew then how fragile its existence had truly been and that this tree of our life, which we had tended and nurtured so well, would never bloom again. The love we used to tend it had faded beneath the depths of our winter and our future will forever stay an empty silhouette against the hues of dark and blackened skies.