inconceivable that we ever part;

If love in fact means that we are branches of the same tree
one and not two
then this tree is spectacularly intertwined
our roots reached toward each other under the ground
groping in desperation to bridge the gap of hate and self-destruction
reaching for something safe & new
if the roots of my tree are yours, where do new roots go as my tree grows?
my oldest roots belong to my past and remain there
and the newest are yours
but my future roots belong to the future
in the darkness we were there
both of us
all of us
anxiously spinning and gazing and wishing someone was there
but we were all there
we just could not see each other
so we had to move closer
we had to risk
we had to let our roots grow and expand and dig through the mud and ash and rocks and debris
but finally our roots found each other
they were doubtful at first
wondering if they were really touching the roots of another
but hesitantly we held on
and as time passed we noticed the hold getting stronger
that our roots were actually growing together and thickening
slowly pushing away the dirt and mud and debris and ash
giving us the strength to let our branches grow
and reach
at first we were
unsure
unsteady
wondering
but now our branches blow in the wind
able to grab onto other trees
strengthen them
let our leaves brush each other with encouragement
and let our branches intertwine with the others
and slowly
sometimes
our roots as they grow
can push away more dust and debris and ash and hopelessness
and reach out to the roots of other trees
until we are a fleet
and web
an army of strength and power and determination and will
and you will not tear us down
lightning may strike
storms may come
rain may fall
but in the darkness we hold on tighter
we reach to each other
we move closer
we soak up the rain and let it help us grow
help us move forward
because we are not alone.

We were never alone.

and our hope in each other lies in the faith we have in the most high
his love for us allows us to love each other
without this love we are nothing
and without it our roots would never grow
and our leaves would wither
and our blossoms would fall to the ground
but together
with the strength of each other
we blow in the breeze
and we flourish and bloom.

sometimes a branch may fall
or a root may snap
and the safety we thought we found is not safe at all
but that is when the trees around you hold on tighter
the grasp you have on them doesn't matter
because they hold you so tightly you cannot even waiver
and you find yourself strong
able to continue growing despite the soreness you have

but eventually the forest fire will come
and it will destroy us
or so it believes
but even then
even when all that is left of us is ash
our ashes will mix as they fall to the ground
and even then
even at our end
no one will separate us
because our link
our hold
is eternal.

“Love is a temporary madness; you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.”
-Louis de Bernieres