“Weeping Willow”

Mundane caressing of a sinful child

Bearing a weeping angel from her breast

bearing dim sunrises and sunsets

Solid sea settling into mournful whimpers

For with his mighty palms

May he create

For heavens own sake

Angels hymn caressing mortal souls

Don’t underestimate human scorn

Rain floods our hearts

diverting veins

scorching our throats

Dimension enriches us with purity

Forever shifting between preexisting

and how absence hollows

Obsessing flesh felt-tips

We forget to pry open our lids

A havoc heart now in two

overseen by a weeping willow

Forever remembering to bend to her goodbyes