The Seed and the Heavens

I close my eyes,
A seed again, cloaked
in a thousand years of war-
A mystery, my gates breathe
to the one who binds
my roots to the wrinkled shadow.

Beyond, she waits,
a lovely siege
with eyes of buried fire,
her form serene, yet unyielding
as the highest cloud
sleeping in the sky.

Come the deluge of stars,
we take each other,
intertwine like broken trees,
reaching, so blind
we forget who we are.

The cold shakes us away,
but we grow together
deep into the ground;
it keeps no one
we still try.