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....
