The Weeping Willow
The moonbeams were soft and white
And danced a melacholic waltz
To the melody of the warm summer breeze
Whispering her secrets from ages past
To the weeping willow tree.
The waves in the river tiptoed along,
The night was calm and tender.
I stood, all alone under the moon,
Letting the breeze breathe on my face
And dry my glistening cheeks.
I sat on the old wooden swing
That hung from a branch of the tree.
I lifted my feet
And breathed in so deep
And for a moment I felt free.
TMy white nightgown of eyelet and lace
Looked blue from the light of the moon.
I twirled between my fingertips
A reminder of you.
That single red rose.
Perhaps under this same sky,
Under these stars and this moon,
Your arms are holding someone new
Or maybe you stand alone, just like me.
Imagine if you were here...
Tara Egan -April 1st, 1994