Weeping Willow

If the earth was a willow

And you were one too

-would earth be weeping

So gentle and 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 wing before we learned how to fly

How can i control desires

-when desires 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

The rain that fall on your branches,

Just 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....