I lost the time by watching you,
the growth and love you're putting through
your veins, and time you spent by leading
yourself- towards clouds and skies exceeding-
excites me, puts a spell on me,
and lets me stay so pleasantly,
lets me watch you everly,
like I have known you formerly.
Stop and stay was never mine,
too fond on freedoms fragile spine-
I did not feel the need of feet,
where ether and soil prefer to meet,
I thought that, that was made for trees,
or maybe endless going seas,
perhaps a freezing leading breeze-
things which make me feel at ease.
But ease is just a word for stay,
my predator had turned to prey-
freedom is an unknown babel!
My truth and ground another fable?
Where should I lead those addled feet?
Where to bring this lost belief?
Just to follow your kind heat,
escorted by soft body beat?!
Is this my heart I thought to be,
much bleaker than it seems to me
now? So fresh and new and kind of smooth-
instead of wings I'm growing roots-
as if I am a this tree I love,
which is you, growing above,
protect these scions for a while,
so I can grow as you are high.