Under the Apple Tree

Near some village
Some somewhere
That was or was not
Highland Armenadolu
Is that apple tree where
Someone once dreamed
Of sitting with a love
That should have been
Loving or not, the woman ideal

Almond eyed
Moon lit skinned
The reason we stay
What we think we are
Or not

Under the apple tree
My love and I did sit
Under the apple tree
Did I dream of where
And wonder when
Under the apple tree.

That tree in my Keserig
That apple tree in your Van
Let's sit you and I
I'll text sweet nothings to you
You naz nouz them back to me
My heart aches to be with you
Under just one tree
In the same time
Someplace we could call home
Under the apple tree

Is there an app for that?

That with a click we could
Measure our yearning for what
Might have been or not
My love and I did sit
Under the apple tree

November 16, 2011
In the Kharpert of my soul