Sandlewood Rising

I could almost find you in the dark
Set up as a protection barrier
Amongst the stained paper pile
That's how much I feel you still
While making a mark

Morning awakens the drum
In a lifting attempt
I beckon you with demanding strides
I emboss a request
Drink lemons from an old lady's garden

Closing my eyes I can see 3 branches in your hand
One for yesterday
One for tomorrow
One for now
As my kiss on the side of your neck
Rides side saddle
Igniting dried lavender
Behind the knees
To warm these hands