This isn't my best poem but I like it enough to post it here.
And the tree found an audience...
she saw the invisible man
she looked so intently he was afraid she'd see through him
he left her pouring water from blue pools into glasses of red
he left on a great smoking horse as he dreamed of nothing
soon he left a hole in a man in the same place he left in her
just to be seen again
he sat in a chair of sparkling heat
as she stood up and dusted off her heart