I slipped beneath the weeping willow
bearing hurts and dreams,
escaping from relentless sun
bright yellow wearying beams.
I lay upon the crusty Earth
my thoughts drifting with the breeze:
the busy ant, a sweet song bird
and in the dark, there’s me.
Betrayed/Betrayer
somehow Redeemed
Your shadow is a weeping willow
washing away my sin and pain.
