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Poem: Beneath the Sacred Tree

IK. Definitely fluffy.  Written from InuYasha's POV.


Beneath the Sacred Tree


I waited for you sometimes
there beneath the sacred tree
when the others were not watching,
and I wondered what would be.
and the empty space beside me
echoed loudly when I walked,
I could almost taste the silence
that answered when I talked,
Your name I whispered softly
there beneath the sacred tree,
but you voice would never answer,
just the wind would talk to me.

I would listen to the wind talk
in the branches of the tree,
the place where you first saw me
and where you set me free.
I would run my hand along the wood
and sometimes I would feel
your small soft hand fit into mine,
and wonder if it were real,
were you standing there in your own world
beside the sacred tree
and touching that old bare wood place,
and maybe, thinking of me?

I waited for you sometimes
there beneath the sacred tree,
and listened to the wind whisper
through the branches above me.
Sometimes when the leaves were green
it seemed to say my name
with the softest whisper of your voice –
it sounded just the same.
It made me wonder if you stood
beside the sacred tree
with sunlight touching your soft black hair
and maybe, thinking of me.


I waited for you sometimes
there beneath the sacred tree,
and remembered how your laughter rang
when you were happy to see me.
The old tree swayed with winter wind,
but a voice said to hold on,
for after winter comes the spring,
and that spring would not be long.
It made me wonder if you stood
beside the sacred tree,
with winter snow spread round about
and maybe, thinking of me.

I waited for you sometimes
there beneath the sacred tree,
and saw the blossoms bloom again –
this time would make three.
Two times the sacred tree had bloomed
while I waited here for you,
when the others were not watching
and I had nothing else to do.
A petal fell into my hand
down from the sacred tree,
a promise from the spirit there
that you had been thinking of me.

And when you stepped into the light
The wind spoke once more to me –
“You are bound now for tomorrow,
Wait no more beneath the tree.”

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