Willows, Stars, and Capricorn

Once, Capricorn came to me,

and spoke curious words:

“Have you ever wondered

why the willows

count the stars?”

 

“But,”-I began-

“don’t all trees ponder

about those vivid billows

within the dark?”

 

“No,”-he glowered musingly-

“sweet child of man,

don’t you see them there?

The way they sway,

and move in the air?”

 

I cackled-mirthful and amused-

“You ask me a question if I can

understand why only willows stare

as if they themselves can obey

a thought of care.”

 

He smiled as if I spoke nothing,

“I like to watch them in the humming:

They seem to dance in the shimmering light

with fireflies buzzing

in a starless, moonless, darkles night.”

 

I gazed into his black orbs of silhouetted daydreams,

“I must admit it’s quite a sight

to hear willows speak only in the whispering

and fireflies giving all their might

in a starless, moonless, darkles night.”

 

He asked me again,

“Have you ever wondered

why the willows

count the stars?”

 

“They search for the sunder

of a creature that now lives below

who wasn’t lost and wasn’t far,”

I realized.

 

 

He stated to me,

“You speak of the tale of a dead-man

-That I’m seemingly aware-

of the story of how I went away

to live amongst elsewhere.”

 

“You would rather live in the midst of the unman

where each one feels hate, envy, and despair

While love and happiness only existed yesterday?

why would you want to live in such a nightmare?”

I queried.

 

“It’s not the nightmare why I stay,

sweet child, but, the beauty

that’s close enough to sense

and hear them sing

softly as rain,”

He rendered.

 

“You lingered near the willows to enjoy their bray,

and their similar immortality.

Now it makes commonsense

as to why you keep

those virtuous beings free of pain,”

I voiced.

 

“Now you understand

why the willows

count the stars,”

He spoke a final time.