Silent willow, burdened and weeping
Borne of neglect
Bent and twisted, life blood seeping
Seasons turn, torn from time
Heavy and broken
Watch the world no reason or rhyme
Silent willow, burdened and weeping
Accept this life
Try to forget, the secrets you’re keeping
Senses awaken, faint hint of love unmistaken
Crumpled bedsheets, almost innocent white
Scents that remind, with thoughts intertwined
Pale dawn slowly creeping, while I half sleeping
Through soft lit dust on Venetian shades
Half read books lay strewn, around this room
Nowhere to be, eyes open slowly to see
You, soft breathing, hair loosely cascading
Beside you I am free, so where else could I be?
There never was alone at all
In singular awareness bound
No you, me, or really anything
Not a void or abyss to be found
A flower is a flower and always was
Just as sunsets fill our hearts
No you, me, or really anything
In awareness and never apart
Original nature still clear and pure
As it was long before the fall
No you, me, or really anything
In Great Perfection, the essence of all
