He mistook her
in her great age and beauty
For a tree
And sat with her
And spoke to her
Silently as trees do.
He asked her for a song.
The wind crept up
And played with her hair.
The birds came and sang for him.
He asked for truth.
She closed her eyes
And he dreamed
Of another life.
He asked for love.
She sighed
And remembered when she was a girl
And had asked him
To hold her.
He remembered too.
Only then did it begin to rain.
The wind turned cold
And she was gone.