A Willow

A willow stood on the banks of a strange pale river and I
Stood to watch the swaying
Hands of leaves
Reaching for a dream
Too far away to hold
Is it not strange?

A willow I watched in a strange pale dream world
Seemed to live
Broken were the branches, praying
Even in their hurt
That the wind would accept and brush them
But the wind never took hold of the desperate sad hands

I once knew a man like that.
Falling, breaking, being all he knew
And looking at the wind
Praying
To be taken, to be part of it
So heartbreakingly, for he never could

A willow and a man
So different and yet
Alike
I once knew them both

And then of course there was the wind
Tall and beautiful
Flying above everything
A strange red colour. Alive
More alive than anything
Looked disdainfully at the poor wilted willow
That was the wind.

Then there were two

The sad little tree, that so much needed to be watered and tended,
Instead looked up to the strong wind
And the fierce furious wind, which should have been gentle and light,
Instead chose to blow down the tree
The tree, which should have been a tall flowing willow
The wind, which should have played thru its branches
But instead they were different
And I knew them both
Wind and willow
I knew both.