If the earth was a willow And you were one too -Would earth be weeping So gentle and so true? If I was the garden Whereas you could grow -Would you hand me your branches And grant me your love? In between the lines of your story-flowing through The pages of a book so well prepared The words leave more than ashes from your pencil When it speaks of tiny stories That happened through these years I swear that your present reality -Disillusioned obscurity? -Will gently wipe away the tears Of wasted seeds How can we go through this -With wounded wings before we learned how to fly How can i control desires -When desire burns on a chilly autumn Night? I will try and make you imagine; The aura where they stand Is filled with little secrets -As written in the sand Naked as a child at birth A question in disguise An oasis in a lonely desert Where lonely unknown lands lie From here and into (infinity) -Humble and timeless philosophy -You gently wept away the tears Of wasted seeds All the days that have left me And the species I have seen Ahead days will follow -It was only a dream Though my garden is growing Under skies out of blue, And it changes each season Both in colours and in truth You should know that a willow -A weeping bed's pillow- Until all days are through Rain that fall on your branches, Yearning for a source to feed it's primal need Can maKe your beauty blossom from within With flowers blowing in the wind -And in seasons to follow...