Wishful Willow
Wishful Willow
"Come to me", she beckons
Blowing in the winds of yesterday
Playing tag with the waves of tomorrow
"Share with me", she calls.
Each time she brushes a tear-stained cheek of the river
She bends.
Yearning to be lost in him
Aching to become him
"Love me", she cries.
As she sways to the magic of her heart
While her laughter tickles the mountain tops
The peace of her soul is shining from within.
Yet as the soft breeze that brought them together long ago
falters in indecision, they are forced apart once again
Left wondering, wanting, needing, pleading
Hoping for release
Knowing they'll never find it
Lingering on what may have been
What could have been
What should have been...
"Come to me", she beckons
Blowing in the winds of yesterday
Playing tag with the waves of tomorrow
"Share with me", she calls.
Each time she brushes a tear-stained cheek of the river
She bends.
Yearning to be lost in him
Aching to become him
"Love me", she cries.
As she sways to the magic of her heart
While her laughter tickles the mountain tops
The peace of her soul is shining from within.
Yet as the soft breeze that brought them together long ago
falters in indecision, they are forced apart once again
Left wondering, wanting, needing, pleading
Hoping for release
Knowing they'll never find it
Lingering on what may have been
What could have been
What should have been...