The Eucalyptus Tree

I will find it again
Hidden, In the poetry in leaves..
In the shining of my transparent veins;
Fearless, like a band of countryside thieves.

I will love it again
As in the songs in my ears..
Breathing in the flow of muted blood;
Fighting, Escaping through these glistening tears..

I will drink it again
Sipping it like the oldest bourbon..
Sauntering through its wildest depths and drowning;
Like an unruly, adorable, adopted son.

I will touch it again
And cherish the glow in your eyes upon me..
Hold your hands and in it, a part of my peace;
To reap in my voice, my life and my glee…

I will visit it again
Those skies of drifting desires..
Where nothing human sells in those shops;
And love is not for you, say those sires…