Description
Beneath the weeping willow Lies a silhouette of me Worn and cold, and looking up To things I can't foresee I let the branches cover me They dangle near my skin They shower me with warmth Keep the ugly from getting in My breath goes in and out Forming clouds above my eyes Watch in repetition As I lie and wait and lie... I hear the world around me Beating like a drum Yet my silhouette lies empty Waiting for that one While the blades provide me comfort And the stars provide me light My heart grows weary waiting Underneath this dark blue night So I close my eyes and drift away Waiting, wondering, wishing On my one night matinee. I wake with sunlight on me Just another day foreboding When suddenly I feel it A touch, a cautious coating Pushing past the branches Not knowing what he'll find He reached his hand out gently Until his fingertips found mine They danced and they discovered The patterns of each other The curves, the shape, the texture Two strangers to be lovers And with his patient ways The more my still heart beat The silhouette that laid here Was almost now complete Where once I was an outline Not knowing what could be You came and poured your love Into the shell that once was me And while my friend, her name is Willow, Protected me at night I know that you, sweet lover Will guide me in the light The moss, the night, the sky Is the telling of a tale Of a girl who laid here dreaming And the boy who made it well.
Beneath the Weeping Willow
