Limbs

The boughs bend in the wind

will the truly bring legend’s kiss?

Can the magic her grandmother told

truly come about if I wish hard enough?

 

If only her heart could cling to that tale

of how tears brought this tree to life,

where inside sleeps a sorceress

who can grant any desire

should she wake by those sobs

and lets her leaves shed their magic.

 

While leaning against that trunk

she hopes to desperately it is all true

so she know can see her greatest need

become a realty.

 

Subdued are the warnings

how if she lets fear control her thinking

then instead of what she longs occurring

the limbs will drop to claim her life

until she ends up like those others

that never were seen again.

 

With one swallow

her eyes close and hold onto that image,

love was worth it all,

for without him she was already dead,

ever praying the woman inside

will be able to work a miracle

to heal him from his fatal illness.

 

Soon she knows either a wedding will come

or she will merely end up waiting for him

on the other side.