WEEPING WILLOW
As if wind could hear it.
As if heart could mend it and contain the soul.
As if love and sorrow were separate.
As if we all fall into the belated stars prophesied by a bird.
As if a lie could prolong the length of a dream.
As if a poem were a small cry of grief.
As if love could be written.
As if words could hear it.
:feb/05
