Apple and the tree

Love, you are a tree and I am an apple that
Becomes ripe from your strength next to the stream.

I think I am a whole world until I see I'm

Without you. I'm fallen from you and lie stilled.

The high grass hides you from my every view

So I'm lost from you and forgotten from where

I came, sheathed by the earth, rain soaked

And burying into the dirt. 

I'm even without time without you. For death

Fears not what it has never and only known.

All things are only apart from me the way

You are only apart from me. I see the cloud.

It goes over pushed fast by the air. I stare up

To see an undulate sun. The very breeze 

 rings in my ear.

Remember I'm an apple beside you. Hanging low

Now next to the stream there is a new season,

New fruit.