Willow
I wake up in the morning dew
and lather in the light
sweeter than a honey dew
I rise up from the night
take me to my aging tree
my warrior of life
ask him what it means to me
to wake up by your side
I found it in my garden stones
that's where I left my shoes
strong enough to crack them bones
but can never be abused
ponder on the riddle tomes
change them and confuse
I seek out the metronome
so I never get confused
when the rose will shed its thorns
to be naked to the truth
a different kind of love is born
what does that mean to you?
Copyright © Taylor Brinsfield | Year Posted 2015
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