I had a dream, I was under a willow tree and I was transparent, I was a spirit. I cried and cried, but everytime the willow trees leaves grazed my skin it would zap me with warth and eventually I felt safe, and did not feel alone anymore. This dream inspired me to write this poem. =)
Watching her tears flying around in the windy afternoon.
Her sorrow sways back and forth, lonely sadness.
Only the air whispers sweet nothings.
Sacred tenacy to Life, strong and compassionate, I sit and wait under her shelter .
Wait for her magic to guide me to summerland, land of the after.
I long for the peace, that is why I sit and weep along with her .
But you cradle my spirit with your branches of protection.
Open my eyes and show me the path to forever.
Weeping Willow, you weep for the spirits, you are the gate.
You are the ticket to the after beauty, you are the ride to paradise.
Yes your appearance of sorrow is mistaken, for you are not sad,
you are weeping but only from happiness,
you are light,
you are an angel,
You guide me out of Limbo,
and deliver me home.