writing Willow

[Pan the Fabulous Ferret 2,642]

Here I dare stand, in shade and in solitude, alone amidst  many

Beneath the willow branches, of which entangle my thoughts so

Unto you, with me, alone, and together

Allowed our graces, and shunned our fortunes

We weep before the willow, presenting our tears as gifts of discrimination

A daring recollection of all themes of our lives

Ever so, these thoughts of mine

Ever so, this heart of yours

And ever more, the willow sings

 

 

-David Favret