willow whisps
willows wending
westward weaving
why why why
must I forsake you
as the sun sinks
deep too deep
within the sky
O the waters
of our rivers
tired and weary
from mountain stream
fast decended
o're rock and craglet
then through
pine forest's
scented dream
upon the meadow
cattle grazing
boy and girl
splash within
broadening streams
then past haystacks
still wet and steamy
ricks and rocks
together form
gentle vales
of hidden yearning
silent valleys
neath the storm
willows whisp
willow wendings
westward weaving
why why why
must I forsake thee
as the sun sinks
deep too deep
within the sky
I really like the piece Peter. I wonder what it is you are really forsaking as the sun sinks so deeply. Is it life itself of possibly god? I shouldn't second guess you though I wonder. A very thought provoking write.
