Clinging Branches Poem by jodde taylor

Within limitless spaces
we tread toward clinging branches
there among the ashes
a burning existence
defines a breathing sky.

Where faces turn
side, by, side
when hours fade and die
tirelessly smoke lifts
into a fading cloud.

Roaming in the twilight
seeking nutrition
life finds, the will for existence
where love meets a dying bloom.

Winds flows
here ever after
and we two, stood beneath the shade
living in a blaze.
to tall, to see the roses
traded for dust.

We loved each other
way too much
and who can end, a helpless cruelty
when breaking tides come,
we fight and cling to the branches
swaying endless in the wind.

We loved each other,
way too much.