My Poetry: I Reach Unto The Naked Boughs

I reach unto the naked boughs
In hope I may find
What, I do not know.
Answers to a timeless question?

I reach unto the naked bough
For thou, who may be there;
To whom I give this gentile prayer
To water these parched pagan roots

I reach unto the naked boughs
If lightly I bend my ear, and
Hold my breath, to hear the word
Will secrets spill from empty nest?

I reach unto the naked boughs
I seek thee, ist thou there
Within the western wind
Which whispers hidden truth

I reach unto the blooming boughs
To pick honeyed blossom
Which flowers from forbidden fruit
Of my latest resurrection.