When The Willows Weep No More Poem by Thoughts of a Single Man

They bent in the winds of the coming fall

bowing graciously

as if they were in prayer

I know for I was there

standing amongst them in stoic reference

as they sheilded me in my sorrow

for I has been covered with the cloak of the forbidden

wrapped in the swaddling cloth

of my love so lost

and could not clearly envision tomorrow

I thought I had lost my way

that the embers of love burned not for me

and it's members had lost their fiery glean

I was trapped

wedged in between the worlds of man and myth

still searching for that elusive first kiss

the one held sweet in the print of your lips

and as I knelt there in the meadow

I laid down on the most earth

for the soil had been watered by my eyes

and soaked with the dripping tears

that flowed from my own scattered memories

images clouded of a face I could not make out

and then I heard you whisper my name

and I stood

but still could not determine where the word came from

so timidly I moved forward

following your tender call

until the humble utterance became a purging roar

and the gentle willows parted before me

leading me a path to your side

and slowly I felt the warmth rise in me reborn

as you took my hand

and lead me to the mark of my salvation

their we embraced

by the rivers of recollection

where stories are written anew

forged in their beauty

by the sands of the mating soul

and finally I was whole

as you laid your head upon my chest

and we waded into the rolling currents

boarding a vessel of new found connection

and we drifted then you and I

on a voyage of undying affection

as in your heavenly eyes I saw my own reflection

and I smiled for love has found me

and mended my breathing wounds

the sun moved aside in it glory above us

as it was replaced

by the expanding blanket of the night

and my vision became so clear

I glanced back as we left that humble shore

thanking the willows for their silent service

for bestowing upon me the gift of my reality

you who walked from the depths of my dreams

and know I know exactly what it means

when the willows weep no more


Thoughts of a Single Man 2012 tm