Blaze

The sky is cracked with lightning,
the roots on fire
flame into a burning tree,
What a waste!
What once was whole,
has been destroyed permanently.

Ancient as the moon,
is my love for you.
A different millennium,
A different time will see it prosper,
This lifetime couldn't do justice
For what was meant for me.

I have no qualms about my reality,
but I wish I had been born as that tree,
Spanning decades and seasons,
the essence in the bark,

 even aflame,
couldn't erase the memory
of you and me.

This is love of epic proportions.
This is what was destined.

Yes, I still firmly believe it.
I am made for love and love is made for me.

In perhaps, another age, time and space,
I will achieve what was meant for me.