Weeping Willow - In The Woods...

If the earth was a willow

And you were one too

-Would earth be weeping

So gentle and so true?

If I was the garden

Whereas you could grow

-Would you hand me your branches

And grant me your love?

In between the lines of your story-flowing through

The pages of a book so well prepared

The words leave more than ashes from your pencil

When it speaks of tiny stories

That happened through these years

I swear that your present reality

-Disillusioned obscurity?

-Will gently wipe away the tears

Of wasted seeds

How can we go through this

-With wounded wings before we learned how to fly

How can i control desires

-When desire burns on a chilly autumn Night?

I will try and make you imagine;

The aura where they stand

Is filled with little secrets

-As written in the sand

Naked as a child at birth

A question in disguise

An oasis in a lonely desert

Where lonely unknown lands lie

From here and into (infinity)

-Humble and timeless philosophy

-You gently wept away the tears

Of wasted seeds

All the days that have left me

And the species I have seen

Ahead days will follow

-It was only a dream

Though my garden is growing

Under skies out of blue

And it changes each season

Both in colours and in truth

You should know that a willow

-A weeping bed’s pillow-

Until all days are through

Rain that fall on your branches

Yearning for a source to feed it’s primal need

Can make your beauty blossom from within

With flowers blowing in the wind

-And in seasons to follow…