Basking in warm, sweet lemon light,
Soft as the sun’s heavenly embrace,
I had a desperate dream I would be
Resurrected and restored, reunited
With the lost self, reaffirmed by new
Bonds that would prove unbreakable
Bulwarks against the rapidly rising
Tides of future days & yellow moons.
This magic, this woman, this tree
Of life laden with fruit of joy and long
Thorns that jeopardize hungry hands
And full hearts, threatening blood,
Loss and burning, promising love.
Lemon Traces
