Willow Tree

Decadent mother dancing in her red silk dress as the wind blows her through the air.

She drifts with a painted white face and a red smile.
Her body floating above the weeping willow and she has come to give me a message from her grave.

And she states under the leaves which hang with sadness and green:
"What you see is not what you believe and sometimes the light blinds the way."
Then she falls into the brush pile filled with leaves setting at my feet.

And from the brown, orange and green, I hear her voice again calling to me...
"There is no mystery here underneath this weeping tree. Her heart soaked with memories and her limbs stretched with embrace, she will shade you from the heat and protect you from the monsters of the night. A heart so sweet, a heart willing to bleed. She is here for you as you are here for me."

Then another wind came and she had to leave.

Reviews

[Brent]

Your poem reads like a vision that changes a person's life. I agree that we can be easily misled by what we see and hear. For many reasons, the truth about certain things may be hard for us to accept. But, we should find people that have our best interests at heart. They will keep us as honest as possible.

Inspiring piece of poetry!