Willow Trees
A whistle through the willow trees;
A whisper in a crowded room.
A presence on the winter breeze;
A lack of air in mortal doom.
Strands of dreams that drift on ether
Call your name to comfort me.
I ask for you in grief and fever;
You know the places dear to me.
Courage in a mother’s eyes;
Conviction in a daughter’s heart –
Pieces of the perfect size
That life can simply tear apart.
Laughter in the darkest weather
Sends the storms back out to sea.
Unwavering together;
You wear the faces dear to me.
Terrified of losing power
Over that which you control,
Justify the final hours
And know my heart will house your soul.
Memories should last forever
In solemn youth’s naivety.
But faith in ties cannot be severed;
You haunt the spaces dear to me.
A whisper in a crowded room.
A presence on the winter breeze;
A lack of air in mortal doom.
Strands of dreams that drift on ether
Call your name to comfort me.
I ask for you in grief and fever;
You know the places dear to me.
Courage in a mother’s eyes;
Conviction in a daughter’s heart –
Pieces of the perfect size
That life can simply tear apart.
Laughter in the darkest weather
Sends the storms back out to sea.
Unwavering together;
You wear the faces dear to me.
Terrified of losing power
Over that which you control,
Justify the final hours
And know my heart will house your soul.
Memories should last forever
In solemn youth’s naivety.
But faith in ties cannot be severed;
You haunt the spaces dear to me.