A Tree Is Never Just A Tree,

What I Do . . . The Path I Tread . . . It Brings Some Choices That Test Me Hard.

He Was Sitting Not Far Away, Watching Me, And I Surprised A Smile On His Face, The First Real Smile I Had Ever Seen Him Give, A Smile That Curved And Softened The Tight Mouth, And Warmed The Ice-cool Eyes; A Smile That Brought The Blood To My Face And Made My Heart Turn Over.

This Is A Long Goodbye, Yet Not Time Enough. I Have No Aptitude For This. I Cannot Learn This. I Would Hold On, And Hold On, Until My Hands Clutch At Emptiness.

If She Were Here I Wouldn't Be Able To Keep My Hands Off Her. I Would Hold Her So Close She'd Beg Me To Let Her Breathe. I'd Kiss Her So Hard She'd Plead For Mercy. I'd Unfasten Her Clothing And Lie With Her Onthat Hard Bed, And What Was Between Us Would Be As Far Above The Ordinary Congress Between Man And Woman As The Stars Are Above Their Pale Reflections In The Lake Below.

There Is No Truth On This Island Of Yours. Rather, There Are As Many Truths As There Are Stars In The Sky; And Every One Of Them Different.