Sycamore seeds

This Spring,
A sycamore tree
Taught me
That sometimes
To love, is to let go

I watched its seeds
Blow far and free
To places
Where no seed’s light
Could make shadows
Of any other

That sycamore tree
Taught me
To be still
With the love
And the pain
Of this indescribability

The way, in the dead of night
The heart tugs at Reunion
Yet the soul knows
The wisdom of Separation

Piano notes tinkle distantly
Tears trickle down cheeks
Candles burn their final wax
Children leave parents
Parents leave children
Geese fly in V-formations
On mystery lilac skies

And the sycamore tree
Just breathes
As its seeds
Let each other go
With love