she moves with the wind
they hold hands and skip
as they dance along the moonlight
they introduce themselves gracefully
to every fallen star and broken heart
handing out rectangular business cards
of condolence and compassion
the essence of what she becomes
when constellations reflect off
the surface of ponds and lakes
can not and should not be
describe simply by words
there's a very special room in hell
for those who even so much
as meet her presence with ill words

Head wishes to rest
Shut down, reset, to day one
Learn to live again

Weeping Willow cries,
this drought has lasted for months,
he's dying from thirst.

Leaking.
Darling, your love is leaking.
I hear it.
The drip drip drop.
Wakes me up at night.
Thinking didn't the faucet
Turned tight enough?
Or did I overturned it?
Till it's loose and
Leaking.
Darling, your love is leaking.