Mare Somniorum

A not so structured mind.

Life

Posted in Poetry, Writings by terjekv, 3:58 am, August 14th, 2007

The weeping willow
stretches itself towards the sky
while reaching forand the ground

It grows to reach every goal
it expands in the space
between either promised land

Every reach
fails
as one hope grows distant

Left to its own life
it grows into the intermediate space
filling it with its being

Every season
every day
every heartbeat

The willow expands
into the hollow space
between the heavens
and the earth

Reaching neither

Always weeping
for what could have been

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