In the Weeping Willow's Path

I will never return, Not even when the willows grow. Not even when a distant bird Sings my soul’s departure. I’ll be alongside the river, Tracing the few years of my love. I gave my soul to this ancient stream, Where the willows plot in silence. They want to take my core And carry it over The fields, the skies, Across my mind. And I shall let my darling tree Snatch my heart and take it far, For no one else to Grab it all over again. I’ll endure the Willow’s magic And contain my spirit Within her bark, within her leaves, Releasing my poison into the water. She’ll guide my spirit Into the Summerland, Where I’ll rest by the White Willow’s side. Then I’ll be the child of nature, Daughter of the Weeping ones, Resting my branches By the river, on a rainy evening. And I shall weep Every time you will, And wipe your tears With my leafy fingers. I’ll be your undying guardian And your oldest friend, Enchanting you in the land of dreams. I’ll be the willow on your bedside. © 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila