Soul Tree - Ian Duquemin

My soul tree chose a lonely place
It dug its roots through rock and stone
To make itself a peaceful home
High on a craggy face
Below it waves came crashing by
Leaping up to drag it in
Salty sea made hard the skin
The soul tree does defy
Its leaves reach out like praying hands
Toward the blinding, burning light
And juggles stars throughout the night
Above the moving sands
It waits for me and calls my name
Its twisted trunk, my twisted mind
Our spirits shall become entwined
As we are born the same

Ian Duquemin