The Weeping Woods

Metaphorical Mother

You are the fire without the smoke

It should be there but fire never spoke

You are a tree whose apple fell too close to find

You are a wind that only ever howls softly and you rely on the air to do it

You are a key whole big enough to get a key through but the key never really sees

You are a child hiding under bedsheets of black and white

You are a tortoise with years of knowledge and no knowledge of wisdom

You are a love that can only love in the dark

You are a nightmare in the midst of a beautiful dream

You are a lover without a heart

You are a drought that ends when the river was already found

A tree that only blooms when others are around

A fish that can't live in water

An unclever criminal who never gets caught

A beautiful rain on a moody sunday day

And you only ever come when I beg you to stay away