Unexpected Juxtaposition Poem

The Tree of Living Light

Petite and brunette, a smooth-talking girl
Falling into pain as her arms close around him, or staring from the shadows as they walk hand in
hand,
Alone in the world, not a soul hears my voice, I smile or I weep, no one turns, conversations roll
on without break
Sunset, so brilliant with its manifold colors piercing the sky with the blues, purples, greys that
will not long o’ercome it as the gold flees the sky
I love him and shall marry him as the time draweth nigh, not even a hundred days hence ring
the bells.
Faith leads on.
But I cannot believe that the time has far fled.
Day comes, day waits, day descends.
They say there is a time and season to every thing under heaven.
Vines unfurling around its branches, it reaches high to the firmament where its dark, green
bower, ever-ascending, with its firm stolid trunk, etched with black, etched with grey, tall and
strong, old and firm.