Ode To The Gale

The nightingale asked

“How Strong is this branch?

If I added some weight would it buckle?”

The tree answered back

“How strong is your faith?

If I added some weight would it crumble?”

Subtle? Yes, but no-one knows this tree is waiting to dance

brandish these feathered scales with these gales in its branch.

Stands alone on its hilltop in an obsidian trance,

subtly it jests ready to let this mantis eat from its plans,

run through this again,

I don’t get where it’s gone, how do I give her a chance?

Fans these pages in the moonlight, soon they tangoed

in a fit of romance,

the tree with the nightingale and his faith in her hands.

Face in the feathers of fire, finally singed,

while the tree drifts away leaving the night to sing.

Ringing on her perch above this spinning globe and longing to be allowed in,

bring with a star in the eye of a child or offer us hope then.

The branch is getting weary, these nightingales already asleep,

amongst all the foliage while the tree is comatose we can hear them argue between…

The nightingale who asked

“How Strong is this branch?

If I added some weight would it buckle?”

And the tree who answered back

“How strong is your faith?

If I added some weight would it crumble?”

Tweet, tweet, sings the gale, pale with a million mouths to feed.

Heed this summer comes to show there’s only one apple between all of these leaves.

Pleads to the hive, how to disguise the withering fruit in its cheeks.

Why oh why wonder to squander your wealth?

Is it really safe to ponder upon the roots of your health?

Tell the sun the moons dying, the sky replies that this morning is made out of ice.

Winter in a wonderland in a land only in this nightingales eyes.

Burning from cold, growing old in this bland state of reprise.

If ashes were to ashes as dust to dust,

you might realise,

the tree and the gale are both us.

Looking in the mirror everyday but never seeing within,

every-time that reflection stares us down we must remember to sing!

I asked myself

“How strong are my branches?

If I added some weight would they buckle?”

My reflection answered back

“How strong is your faith?

If I added some weight would it crumble?”