The clouds of this life you see
Have passed us by in shape-shifted serenity
You don’t always look up, as it’s there I would be.
This tree of life has become your home.
It’s branches have grown with time
A century has passed since it’s seed was sown.
As you sat right there upon your chair
Sheltering weather, and winds, and rain
I’ve traveled not far from here or there.
My journey beyond this life’s mortal coils
Has returned me to you as now I’ve fallen.
Our love so firmly rooted within this soil.
If ever you doubted my existence
All fears were surely a fictional fantasy,
These clouds of doubts have all but cleared; you’re now honored with my acquaintance.
The eternal End.
~ an EWK Poe’em ©2016 EWK