Dreamfall
by
Amethyst

there is a tree
growing in a perfect place
do you remember?

its branches whispered as you went by
on your way to waking
the syllables misted down
watered your most
sacred clinging to the earth

each line caressed your soul
with tenderness and tears
each ray of light
a revelation falling down
through leaves
with each drift of air the tree
breathed your life

and gave you the perfect poem
the perfect story
after which no other
need ever be written

you woke with words
and partial lines ringing
in your heart
the light of glistening leaves
fading into the dim morning
and you wept
you wept

and the vision of that place
that tree
shines through all the hours
of your life, the ache
that you were there and knew
oh god, you knew
and could not keep the answer