I wish you would come—
let me hold you.

Our worlds are far apart,
yet if you are ready,
I am ready.

Distance and time
dissolve all things.

Place me in your heart
and I am with you forever.
Move into my soul
and be loved without end.

Are your lips sweet enough?
Are your kisses true?
Is your tongue patient?
Will your words
climb gently through?

You are not for me—
this I know.

Still, I will care for you
as long as you need,
for you know not a heart
nor the path
to its home.

Don’t fly away,
my little friend.
Your wings
are not yet mended.

I am an old tree—
wise with forest years,
seasoned by stories
of passing doves like you.

Our difference
could make us whole,
yet I fear
you never wished to stay.

You may have shelter here.
Food.
Rest.

You will wake,
singing of beautiful dreams—
of a thoughtful tree
who spoke softly
and cared without reason
for what was broken.

Birds do not earn love—
yet they are given it
all the same.

Now sleep in my arms.
Dream of perfect skies.

Wake to new adventures.