in a Serbian hospital ward
the dingy overheads blink in and out of existence
i wished i were dead
bedside, my mother weeps
saddened by what remains of her boy
what doctors had been able to save
my eyes weigh heavy
the morphine they have me on is strong
stronger still is the pain
radiating, like heat off the hearth
and the woe from my brothers
interred in the earth
you can live
to still die
you can live, dead
but no horrors can you see greater
than the ones in men's heads

The girl in the dream will never be seen
An immovable force hides my true self away
Sitting beside her, alone and astray

Our eyes meet, the curtains close
Words from the head jumble into an
inaudible breath
Shadow self weeps not feeling complete

I'm for her if she is for me
No outlet, pathway or key
Just ask her aloud if she's free?
Nothing flows out as I try to connect
but wasted words left for the dead

Words come from thoughts and
actions from words
My thoughts will never be heard
She's the girl from the dream but
will never be seen

Gravity of love keeps us grounded on earth

Kindling a fire like the warmth from a hearth

If that love should depart left hollow and cold

Tis the pain and anguish past poets foretold

The rain like tears trickle down both cheeks

Eyes closed facing skyward as heaven weeps

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the warmth of your leaves makes me
think of all the secrets I've told you
and the many years we've been friends
you hold them all down and deep within
I think of that beautiful picture I paint
in my dreams every time we're together
I remember the times we've cuddled up close
when ever I was afraid or had a problem
you were always there for me whenever

there you stand with your feet under ground
you shiver from the wind’s bitter sound.
fall has come so very cold,
you still stands quietly with tears
streaming down yellow and gold.
yes, fall has come to knot the summer tie
please, willow tree please don’t cry

there is a breeze in the air this evening
as I sit under you my willow
the wind caresses my cheek
and I see the blue sky above me
it seems your swaying leaves
are becoming too weak
I've felt the tips of your leaves
and tasted the tears in which you weep
I've laid against your trunk and listened
to your heart as it skipped a beat

I began to wonder
what wondering really is
it's a curious thing to know
dispatched; but why?
I now see why you cry
I will hold your trunk my willow
until its time to say goodbye
please don't weep more
for heavenly light shines through
this bright wonderful sky
for which you've cried for me
and now I'm crying for you