The Sea Of Trees (Acrostic) Poem by Butch Decatoria

The Sea of Trees (acrostic)

Trace their patterns, paths of strings

Hastened-like colors like bird-less trees

Epitaph-Web of confusions nesting.



Say, my love, do not retire there

Each kiss of light the Dawn's

Absolutes, a belief gong wrong.



Open eyes to sky come rainfall

From gray minds, another pavement…



Truth changes still the drink of Us,

Reasons they misplaced The Reason since

Every day I am found!

Every lost starlight hour!

Surrender not Love in the Mountain's arms…