Willow
  Willow weeps the night I die,
Kissing the ground on which I lie
You remember, but know not why,
I played beneath your branches.

You will play my lullaby,
Through your leaves, the wind moves by,
In its arms my spirit flies
Back to my childhood dances.

You sheltered me through fragile years
Hid from the world my hopes and tears,
Played your part in my imagination,
Focus of my fascination.

They never knew what worlds were there,
Nor did they see my foolish cares,
All and one my smiles and frown,
And so one day they cut you down
So one day they cut you down.

Willow weeps the night I die,
Kissing the ground on which I lie,
You remember, but know not why,
I played between your branches.

I searched for years but did not find
Some happiness and piece of mind
Some knowledge deep of who I am,
I played the wolf, but was the lamb.

Knowing that I could not hide,
I chose deceit instead, and lied,
Denied the truth that was my heart,
I ruined all in every part
Ruined all in every part.

You will play my lullaby,
Through your leaves the wind moves by
In its arms my spirits fly
back to my childhood dances.

Never since do I declare
Have I felt safe as I did there,
known no shelter to be free
Nor found a place to comfort me

So I now to you return,
Oh brush away the tears that burn,
Take me back, Oh hold me now
As I hang on your bough
As I hang from your bough.

Willow weeps the night I die,
Kissing the ground on which I lie
You remember, but know not why,
I played beneath your branches.

You will play my lullaby,
Through your leaves, the wind moves by,
In its arms my spirit flies
Back to my childhood dances.

Comments:
 
Anyafay   Anyafay wrote
on 10/8/2008 2:53:48 PM
It is a song, but I don't know how to upload the music!!! Thank you all for your kind comments.

OneVoice   OneVoice wrote
on 10/7/2008 2:02:57 AM
This feels like a very light, almost whimsical lullaby - sing song. I imagine humming a melody to the words… lyrical

StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 9/22/2008 2:19:18 AM
When I was 11, we had an old tree that we always played under and climbed. You bring back memories of that special tree and all the days we played and cried under that tree. My stupid brother even crawled in the doghouse and got stuck under that tree! We cried laughing cause it was so funny!

Moqui_Takoda   Moqui_Takoda wrote
on 9/17/2008 1:14:54 PM
I strongly urge you to enter this in the September contest here. I don't normally urge someone to do that when I know it will be very difficult to beat, but this is such a beautiful poem and you are so underspoken in your admiration for your own excellence, well, i thought I might just let you know, that I consider you to be one of the finest poets I have read on this site, if not the finest ... bar none oO!!!

Moqui_Takoda   Moqui_Takoda wrote
on 9/17/2008 1:12:25 PM
this is fantastic!!! you have a form of some kind here, balladic or something, don't ask me what, but you have such a fabulous stop ... dead stop with the final word of each stanza, where the stanza flows like butter before that point ... it is very very powerful, this rhythm and I loved this poem .. also, I love willow trees and have written poems about them ... the willow tree is magical and lends itself to beauty and romance as well as horror and death ... i lived with a huge white one for my first six years and feel very much the lines of this masterpiece ... your absolutely admiring, Moqui

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Dedicated to the old (now vanished) willow tree that used to stand in the back garden of my childhood home.
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