Such Sweet Sorrow.

This photo is not mine.

I just watched "The Fountain" for the first time. I'm still coming down from the emotional ride. I can't seem to find words to describe how I'm feeling right now. Bittersweet perhaps? In the meantime, here's a poem I wrote a couple years ago. Enjoy it while I go lay down with my Nic and whisper silent prayers of gratitude for the existence of eternal love.

There was a tree, a tree of life
That grew in my back yard
And though the time had weathered her trunk
Her beauty, it seemed, never scarred.

She told me stories of lives since past
And of the glorious days of old
And I visited this tree who sang to me
In the rain, the sun, and the cold.

But the tree was rooted,

And I was free,
So I took naught from her.
And she took naught from me.

This tree had once been a woman, she said
Like a beautiful delicate fawn,
And at one time she had loved a young man
Who had for centuries been gone.

He broke her heart, she told me one day
And she vowed it would happen no more,
So she ran away from love and its light,
And it hardened her out from the core.

The tree was rooted,
And I was free,
So I took naught from her.
And she took naught from me.

This tree, she was, a tree of dreams
Who spoke lusciously of desire,
But she warned me "love will burn you more
Than even the hottest fire."

"I'll love him wholly, and take my chances" I said,
As I stood in her roots over-grown,
And she told me she traded her own heart for branches
So she would never again feel alone.

This tree, she was rooted,
And yet, I was free-
So I took naught from her.
And she took naught from me.

I left my tree, to start my own life,
And she aged as the earth ran its course.
And she sat there, lonely and breaking,
While I loved with no signs of remorse.


And in my final hour,
I went back to tree in the yard.
My own true love had since passed away
But I was not bitter, nor hurt, nor scarred
The tree was still rooted
And I was still free
So I took naught from her
And she took naught not from me

I told my tree about my life,
Of how love had run its phase
And how I had a family of love
That my own now had children to raise.

I let her know of the heartache and struggles
Of which I had overcome
Then I told her how I grieved for her,
And the love she had tried to escape from.

I told her how my love is endless
Although my life is now done
Because I took my roots and kept walking
Straight into the arms of "the one"

The tree she asked me to do her one favor
As she wept for the life she did miss
So I threw down a match and we stood there
'Til our souls the fire could kiss.

The tree had been rooted
And I set her free,
But I took naught from her,
And she took naught from me.