Sky/Heaven?

The arms of the trees

prevent the breath of the sky

from entering the landscape

the day is breaking

into foam and coming rain

no time to think about 

delirious and useless metaphors

to accept the planned storm

you did cut yourself from memories

a long time ago

when you thought that you could

live a life without roots

and survive 

in a no-God's land

the arms of the trees

will resist as they can

but your mind will burst out

under the pressure of a guilt

you never perceived

stuck as you were

in the midst of nostalgia

and hope

Claude Lopez-Ginisty