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...