"How do you tell stories?" The little boy's eyes fixed brightly on my face, awaiting the perfect answer.

I sighed. It was such an easy question, yet not one easily answered.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Trees of Heaven

I know of a place
Where time broke down
And the city ceased to exist,

Where statues keep watch
Over laughing young kids
And lovers who come for a tryst,

Where stone feet stand guard
Over a well-worn path
And the palm trees that grow far below,

Where the fountain won't work
And moss covers the steps
And the fish in the stream grow and grow.

In this special place
Where umbrella trees stand,
A sunset can last for a day,

And it's in this place
Where time broke down
That my heart has decided to stay.

1 comment:

  1. I still love this poem Kate :) It's probably my favorite thing you've written.

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