The Stare

I am tired and more than ready to sleep
If you were under the weight
That is pressing me low
To soft pillows of earth where
Only the leaves and the hurrying ants
Notice my eyes and how they don’t weep.

If you lay with me there you would notice
The stare that is not from my eyes, but
From something not there,
And yet it is.

I am tired and more than ready to drift
Beyond the unshakable past
That is pressing me low
To a place I can’t feel in the
Ebbing and flowing of muscle and word
And the fog in my head is surely a gift.

If you lay with me there you would notice
The stare that is not from my eyes, but
From something not there,
And yet it is.

I am tired and more than ready to heal
Releasing the force
That is pressing me low
It’s cocky and grasps at the
Core of my soul, but I’m fighting it now
As the warmth of your hand embraces the steel.

If you lie with me here you will notice
The stare that is not from my eyes, but
From something not there,
And yet it is.

--Cedartree

My Garden

The green tomatoes are coming true, slowly, slowly.
On a vine, on a wire.
And all they do to ripen, inspire,
is calmly claim the sun.

The hope of pumpkins is coming true, slowly, slowly.
The yellow leaves
await the bees-
Swift magic for the orange plum.

The harvest days are coming true, slowly, slowly.
A ferocious peace has been relayed.
The ground is solid beneath the blade.
Seed and grief became as one.

--Cedartree

New Poetry

Crossing The Bridge


On the path there are many twists and turns.

There are days of joy mixed with heartache,

Days of utter confusion and despair mixed with hope,

Days of wondering will you ever be able to cross the bridge.



Don't lose hope, continue on the path until the bridge is within reach;

With its pure glistening water below and the warmth of the sun hitting your face.

Crossing the bridge is hard when the wounded heart is fearful of the unknown.



Are you ready to cross; leaving the old life behind?

Its hard to change when the wounds of the past have built your life.

On one side there is dark blindness; the other light and life abundance;

Which one will you choose?