Beneath the Weeping Willow

Beneath the weeping willow
Lies a silhouette of me
Worn and cold, and looking up
To things I can't foresee
I let the branches cover me
They dangle near my skin
They shower me with warmth
Keep the ugly from getting in
My breath goes in and out
Forming clouds above my eyes
Watch in repetition
As I lie and wait and lie...
I hear the world around me
Beating like a drum
Yet my silhouette lies empty
Waiting for that one
While the blades provide me comfort
And the stars provide me light
My heart grows weary waiting
Underneath this dark blue night
So I close my eyes and drift away
Waiting, wondering, wishing
On my one night matinee.
I wake with sunlight on me
Just another day foreboding
When suddenly I feel it
A touch, a cautious coating
Pushing past the branches
Not knowing what he'll find
He reached his hand out gently
Until his fingertips found mine
They danced and they discovered
The patterns of each other
The curves, the shape, the texture
Two strangers to be lovers
And with his patient ways
The more my still heart beat
The silhouette that laid here
Was almost now complete
Where once I was an outline
Not knowing what could be
You came and poured your love
Into the shell that once was me
And while my friend, her name is Willow,
Protected me at night
I know that you, sweet lover
Will guide me in the light
The moss, the night, the sky
Is the telling of a tale
Of a girl who laid here dreaming
And the boy who made it well.