And So We Shall

unfazed
by passing clouds or thorns
that drape all wild roses

– the heart is a rose
with its fair share
of thorns –

but from the roses
as well as the heart
we shall take the warmth

from the weave, the blood
that threads us
binding us to our living

(Where do they go –
the curtaining trees that
surround us on our solitary walk?

When we walk next to one another,
they leave us).