I Sat Beneath a Willow Tree

I’ve never enjoyed my own company
but I sat beneath a willow tree
to recite my friends an apology
My friends, dear friends
Caught between the tides of a moonshine’s apogee
I was but a tale of fate
Six feet under
Reciting my own eulogy
A tale of fate to which I asked
What stained the shade of solidarity?
Was it the break beneath my sanity?
A failure in finding clarity?
A reminder of our old revelry?
Whatever the case may be
I have to say
I must agree
That place I’ve been
It’s no replacement for reality
Beneath the shades of a willow tree
While the burn from the sting of a honeybee
Reminds me of old fantasies
I’ll sing along in regretful glee
As the tides of a moonshine set me free

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