Tree Of The Vine

Father is the seed
Son is the fruit
The mother is the tree
and that littliest one she is the vine

I walked a path some year ago
my eyes were wide
My ears were listening
beheld for a while in an instant
for I had seen the most beautiful flower
it was a lily, white, golden
it smelled so sweet
alone it stood and I did not touch
A beautiful lily from a single vine

I stopped in that path Some year ago
to watch this Lily Vine
Grow and cry and walk and smile
that Lily made my smile smile
my cry stop
made my walk stroll
and she turned my thoughts
from a boy to a man
for when I start mine own orchid
I want mine own lily to be just like she
just like her fight just like her calm
just like her fright just like her slumber

I continued my path some year ago
just as the fruit of the seed
turns back into the seed
the Lily of the vine had to come from the tree
so I thank the tree for the Lily of the Vine
and pray that one day when I take seed
I meet a tree that will grow a fruit that will turn back into me
and grow a vine with a Lily
that is as sweet as she

Written 2007