The Tree with no Shadows

Wise one, how will you know that I traced your perfume

Over the seas to be with you?


That minty breath of our Mother’s water

Hides your wisdom from those who

Seek to drench voraciously

A godless thirst to know you

So you may obey... what a foolish desire.... 

I wait on you.


The tree with no shadows

Lends her medicine

When I finally sit next to her,

Looking away and taking in the morning blue sky

What rendering, this painting or poetry is only between us

A secret.

Oslo, Norway. February. 2018.

Oslo, Norway. February. 2018.