The Willow

The wind confessed to her softly
as the moon repented
within silence,
of the moment.

And as the stars glistened upon her she would twirl spawning tears,

With an exuberance of bright shadows and reflections pictured within the silhouettes indecisively deprived by God.

She seeped through the willows of time
hollowed with beauty,
splendor, and mystery.

A magnificent perfection with secrets untouched.

Weep my willow
Weep soft upon my heart.