Deep Into The Wood

the scars of love,
ingrained and stamped
into the wood....

rivulets worn deep
into the face of stone...
the coming of spring

in a brown crumbling leaf....
the light trapped
on the bottom of

the cave's darkness.....
the look of fear hidden
in the lines neath your eyes

as you brush lightly with death,
and squeeze my hand
against the cold....

the prayers i lift
with unspoken yielding,
trading my heart for yours....

trading my eyes
for the soft underside
of your feathers....

resting against lifetimes
stamped deep into the wood,
the tree strong, and standing

against the coming snow!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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