Where the Bonsai Tree Grows
Where the Bonsai tree grows
The bodhi and the evergreen do too
And for too long, well I’ve known
Not enough time to learn your fingers
The delicate swirls within them,
like waves of an ocean
and your whispering nightly voice
the sound of caressance
the water digging into the sand
There are no storms on this beach-
None in my mind, when I hold your hands
And inhale those curls again like nighttime
The sea’s not salty here, but the sun is warm
even in winter. Eyes fern stems and fallen leaves
a breath of breeze that blows to me
They glisten when you smile,
the sun piercing through them
Though there is no pain here
Warmth freckled sandy skin
Telling stories like Bonsai trees growing
the bunk bed above us, the true and ever night sky
One that twists and moves with time
I danced on the water when I kissed you last..
so I could touch the glimmer of firmament above us
In silent breaths-tasting the sea again
to that place, in heaven’s mind
Where the bonsai tree grows
I’ll always know
heartbeats in stars alined
I tasted the sands of time
Nothing we’ve left unsown
Here, everything grows. All loves, all breaths
in dreams of ours
Where the bonsai tree grows.
The bodhi and the evergreen do too
And for too long, well I’ve known
Not enough time to learn your fingers
The delicate swirls within them,
like waves of an ocean
and your whispering nightly voice
the sound of caressance
the water digging into the sand
There are no storms on this beach-
None in my mind, when I hold your hands
And inhale those curls again like nighttime
The sea’s not salty here, but the sun is warm
even in winter. Eyes fern stems and fallen leaves
a breath of breeze that blows to me
They glisten when you smile,
the sun piercing through them
Though there is no pain here
Warmth freckled sandy skin
Telling stories like Bonsai trees growing
the bunk bed above us, the true and ever night sky
One that twists and moves with time
I danced on the water when I kissed you last..
so I could touch the glimmer of firmament above us
In silent breaths-tasting the sea again
to that place, in heaven’s mind
Where the bonsai tree grows
I’ll always know
heartbeats in stars alined
I tasted the sands of time
Nothing we’ve left unsown
Here, everything grows. All loves, all breaths
in dreams of ours
Where the bonsai tree grows.
The Woodsman
A.J.M. Aldrian is a graduate of Hamline University with a BFA in Creative Writing and a minor in History. She loves many genres including fiction; horror, sci-fi, literary, and fantasy, as well as poetry and non-fiction, historical, and nature and memoir. She can also be found on her podcast “Thinking on the Air” on Spotify.