in the willows i find
swaying softly, side to side
the barest hint of shadow
outlined in moonlight.
it sings a tune as it swings -
a crooning, quiet melody
witnessed by me and that great,
lonely silver eye.
where the moon, she weeps in starlight -
her blanket of night gives out
a thick, hollowing sob, and
wind catches like air in the lungs.
i am, broken like glass -
my heart left a long, bloody path
as i stare at that bending branch.
grief rises like the tide and i
can't help but sing along.