Jacaranda Tree

Twisted and gray

Intricate and cracked

Like a maze

Reaching toward the heavens

Cold, indifferent, haunting

Insatiable and grasping

Lifeless limbs grabbing

For all they cannot have

Glittered with contrast

A pale purple layer of hope

Truth, beauty, happiness

The calm serenity

Attached to death

A patient blanket of understanding

Blooming acceptance

Tufts of safety and comfort

Bunches of neutral forgiveness

Affixed to branching ends

Such unrelenting beauty

And unending tranquility

Growing from emptiness

Longing and sorrow

With time and from lonliness

Comes strength and poise

Peace and resplendence

The pale purple flowers

Of the Jacaranda Tree

Rain down

On the grave