In the dark late night she appeared <br />A golden tree dancing <br />Before a sky of azure blue <br />Somewhat purple hued. <br /> <br />Her branches grew haphazardly <br />Playing hide and seek with cirrus clouds. <br />Inside she prayed for rain to shine upon her. <br /> <br />Through a kaleidoscope she could read the songs <br />Of her wounded soul, <br />Although the approaching dawn was blackening. <br /> <br />Electric blue were the eyes of midnight. <br />Mistrustful, they hid behind a wall of deceit <br />This golden tree danced in the early morning breeze, <br />As she shivered to ward away the fallen snow. <br /> <br />She wept for all of the hurt through which she lived. <br />When she read the world through that kaleidoscope, <br />There were none but scattered shards of broken glass <br /> <br />“Dance and dance” <br />All tell this golden tree, <br />For she shall grow when the sun rains upon her gilded heart. <br /> She is loved, in all her lustrous glory. <br /> <br />Red birds of ardor, <br />Robins with their breasts of copper, <br />And the new moss that grows upon her fragile trunk <br />Shall arrive within a vessel christened “springtime.” <br /> <br />She reaches out with agile limbs <br />To trees with silver branches <br />Swaying to and fro, <br />Dropping leaves with veins of woven silk, <br />That wilt with each and every touch. <br /> <br />In the dim moonlight when the air is bittersweet <br />There appears a golden tree that dances, <br />Far from where the rippling creek is crawling over <br /> Gemstones dampened by the rain. <br /> <br />Against a sky of azure blue <br />Touched with purple hues <br />A lithe, dancing golden tree can be found <br />In any place, time or realm, <br />She could be you or me- <br />Perhaps anyone’s wounded soul, <br />Where its world seen through a kaleidoscope <br />Is none but a shattered dream…<br /><br />Claudia Krizay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/golden-tree/
