lies of light

it seems the trees have come back to listen
soon their leaves will leave me hanging once again.

i'd like to be like them
abandoning the bitterness before it gets too serious.

the bright light picking apart my eyes is tired now too
and it's making me feel less surrounded by truth in light
and more as if a shroud of tightening uncertainty
has come to stay.

please understand me, leaves, and stay as long as the light tells its lies.