I see her
She stares out
Across and over
When she's told
She hunts the ground
The loss takes over
As expected
She stays low
Buckled in shade
Waiting for some kind of hope
Competing feelings of disbelief.
What is this?
Seek your shelter beneath the leaves.
Promises.
Covered regained. You still suffer the rain.
Despite the deafening sound that surrounds.
I hear the weeping of the
Willow.
Only the sleepless mother will know,
What it takes to leave the light behind.
Willow.
Your secrets safe inside.
This life, a shrine to those lost.
We look to the mother.
To summon a force within us all.
And though her grip struggles,
She still holds the key to every door.
You plant the seed that holds belief.
Within this grief, there is release
And you will see it.
This season.
(We lose focus.)
This void of your's.
(We lose sight.)
Resolve comes closer.
(But look to the water.
And there, we find you.)