by Andrea Helaine

Created on: November 09, 2009

Weeping Willow

my love left me; i await his return

our room candlelit, incense burning

creates flames of passion

i recollect memories of love filled nights

like a sailors wife,

await my love's return

through dawn and dusk

on the widows walk,

overlooking a vicious blue sea

that comes to tempt and capture me

lusting, loving he doesn't return

solemn music makes me yearn

pictures surround me, passion in glimpses

through an unfocused lens

making me linger within fond memories

of tranquil walks along the shore

discovering seashells from the sandy floor

musky cologne filling the room

tears filling my brown

love-seeking eyes,

gusty winds call his name,

aged pillow, blankets he became part of

caressing me before he left

dampened each night in his absence

an ancient willow tree hovers outside

my window weeping

an old woman bends, arms flailing

i cry under a misty moon waning now, yet

never leaving me

aroused at dawn by love's embrace.

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