Willow
Like a stark, marmalade tree
Carry your grasp to me
Your bedside river, warm and soft
Leading to a loft

Willow
The green blinds in the room
Paint a path for the sun monsoon
And here, the world fits inside a frame
Holds you and a cherry lane

Blankets under our heads
I’ll paint what time has seen
The clock has fled
To entropy

Willow
Keep me in your eye

The sky will quake
The neighbours rake
And I, in your wake

The chariot men will have lost
When the world is frost, I’ll be under you

Willow
The arch of an ancient tower
The bells of a dawning hour
I wrote it in my sleep
Hoping it all seeps

Willow
We’ll grow old with our brigantine
On planetary seams
Morning, diurnal moon
Don’t wake too soon

Trinkets over our eyes
A screen of sateen
The past speaks loud
With doubt

Window, open
Leaves fly through

The sun, it bends
The world extends
But I’ll find you again

Hum the words, engrain the worldsands
In the hand of time, you’ll meet me in golden lands

When the room has grown a skydome
I will leave it, knowing that you are safe at home