Where the Ruins Make the Willows Weep
sitting together on that remarkable hill
in the blazing sun light
with the bees buzzing in the circle of trees
we come back to this place for a reason
sharing the notion that we know exactly what this is
and yet have only this action as a way of
expressing the very in-expressible that this is
still thinking the entire time
that we will hold on to this moment forever
in a reflective dance
I take you here and you bring me there, our place
the place you can't imagine and yet always known
knowing exactly where to go
we go through the gate and into the garden
while the bench and the pond are asleep
someone bold or weeping
drag their hair across the earth
and we into the circle of trees go
where the ruins make the willows weep
and the leaves collect our souls.
Copyright © Robert Sciasci | Year Posted 2012
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