In The Woods... ~ 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....
Originally Posted by Griffith
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