Funny how a dream a day dream, thought
of a kiss is...Bringing warmth and a feeling
of love..washing my mind in clean fresh air
of a kiss...a marmalade kiss...
The crawl space was tiny that I crawled into.. without
ah, away from you..All because of
one day, That day had me
wrapped in scars of
anger, your anger...
And so now...
Tired eyes, as tired as they can
be...erased all tears, and,
I hide.and have for years, . under McBettie's
My Old Friend, Weeping Willow Tree
I'd listen to the sounds of springtime..While a youngster, free,
and full of innocence..I'd look up at that tree, full of wonder,
and dance away my life hours...The tree seemed to dance
along, delighted, happy, and free.
I'd hear the birds off in the distance, the bees buzz, children,
laughing...Oh, remembering when..a weeping willow tree
was my friend..my playground.
It did dance along with me...in