Deep did run the roots of heart,
Cemented through the bones.
Wound and weaved as not to part
A plot known just as home
Tears of amber sap still weep
From brittle wooden veins,
Flaking jade & leaves of dreams
Quivered when the shadow came.
Breaking ground, a shovel's blade
Had dug about the girth,
The beating heart begins to fade-
Now severed from the earth.
Taken to a foreign land
Where kindled in a hole,
Transplanted to the soil within
The garden of your soul.