The Eucalyptus Tree

Underneath the eucalyptus tree
The smoothest skin I ever felt,
The truest words I ever spoke
As the wine replaced rain
And your kiss brought the dawn.

I dreamt we wouldn’t fade
But fate got in the way,
A pile of raked up leaves
Instead of real decisions,
Walls of ill thought out excuses,
Furniture wet with tears.

Underneath the eucalyptus tree
I had the chance to steal the sun
But all I took were worries,
You had the chance to change my mind
But all you changed was the weather.

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7 Responses to “The Eucalyptus Tree”

  1. Geoff Rindthorpe Says:

    “A pile of raked up leaves instead of real decisions”

    You continue to bless the world with your striking, metaphorical imagery for elements of life that seem so cyclically abundant in us all, and yet so rarely defined or shared.

    You are the Norman Foster of poetical architecture, and I eagerly await your next erection…

  2. This is a nice enjoyable read, lovely piece

  3. Awesome writing. So real it almost hurts.

  4. The confusion of love sometimes hurts both.

  5. poetic and lovely.

    🙂

  6. “Underneath the eucalyptus tree
    I had the chance to steal the sun”

    Those two lines are WONDERFUL! What an awesome image for lost love.

  7. Love your imagery; there is magic here, even when speaking of a relationship that ended. Thank you.

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