A Tree, Is Always In My Memory Poem by Roula Pollard

I am in our memory, like the rings of a tree,
as you are in my memory.
I am not yours, you are not mine
we are a oneness in love. I have no possessions.
A tree I am.
The tree is not yours, not mine
our life is a tree
as valuable as our shared planet, valuable as a oneness
a wholeness on this planet. Sea breezes
unite us, like a sea soul
even sadness is shared
in the body of our Universe.
Usually, I say " I gave up sadness"
I turned it into an endless song
long as the days of my life
united by a delicate cotton thread with you
or the strongest ropes, like those anchored boats
on the pier, or the long islands of the soul
visited in summertime.
United in a oneness, by a hyper-lexicon of love words
united by trees to create life's oxygen
united by hope like a rising dawn
united by strong, powerful links
of world love
and peace

© Roula Pollard