The Willow Tree

The shadow,
I am surrounded by your beauty.
Your leaves fall down
enclosing me in your dreamy land,

I dream here,
I cry here,
I think here,
I love here.

Someone has sat here before.
There is litter where I sit;
But I am afraid.
Afraid to touch your disease,
Afraid to get dirty.

This is where I dream,
Where I cry,
Where I think,
Where I love,
Where I run and hide.

How can life be so cruel,
Unfair,
Contaminating your space,
Ruining my peace.
Yet as dirty as your spot becomes,
I sit here...

Dreaming I could dream when I leave
Crying that I must leave,
Thinking, How can I fix this?
Loving every moment I have to spend with you.
Wanting to run back to you and hide in your beauty.