As the Willow Weeps


As the Willow Weeps

As the willow weeps
So my soul sees
Seated . . . Perched
Deeply in the wood
Wondering . . .
Is it safe?
Will I be loved by its breeze

Tenderly blow the branches
Whose shelter I do seek
Is it safe?
Will I find the breeze too harsh
Full of sting
Thus would my longing break
My soul despair
Deeper, deeper into the wood
From which I see
As the willow weeps

Is it safe?
I long so
I desire so
I seek so
To be the one
For whom she weeps

Is there succor underneath?
Will my soul find . . .
its truth
its longing
its home
As the willow weeps
My soul . . .
My soul . . .
Oh my soul
Does seek

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