I think that we will live apart as trees
Must live, not even in two woodlands near
Each other. Maybe some stray autumn breeze
Will carry messages from sphere to sphere
And I will try to feel that roots and roots
Will almost touch — but dreams are only dreams.
Two distant trees will never flourish fruits
Produced together. Even if clear streams
Flowed towards each other underneath our limbs,
The waters would not meet. Those streams would prove
Our fated distance. Limbo’s hymns
Will separate us at a doomed remove.
The roots and streams and limbs show nothing less
Than this: our leaves will never manage yes.
~ Phillip Whidden