Tie a Knot Through Your Riddled Branches

About a love that is pure, and the adventure of discovery. It's a childhood dream, written in unstructured format. Rebel at heart

A river flowed through a cabin
That was on the rocky face of grumpy mountain
It surface a golden ribbon
Flowing along the edge
And along the edge a story for her
A secret lover with a gnarley face was Wisdom
Her beauty unspeakable
It was color itself
He spoke no words sometimes
Asking his heart how to describe
The color of peridot or violent Amber
For someone who has always been blind
Willows long flowing branches
Stole his grumpy breath
With how lovely they sway
As she brushes away
But here by the sound of a gentle waters whisper
Soothe your heart and rest as I share a secret story
Just for us to share
Written for our proposal:

The river we lay by, tangling up in long golden hair
As we lay in the song of our romance
And roll like children happy
Down a flowery hill
Warm sun and cool perfect breeze
Your hair sways in curls, they trap my voice
I clear my throat, and in your beauty a foreign sight
Try to regain the story -

-Oh Willow and Wisdom-
The hair was from a wise old tree
There he stood in the morning with dedication
Combing his thin brown hair
Doing so each day
Gives butterfly's wings
The rest on his trunk
Her memory creates this
An innocent star in his eye
He showed the lovers his secrets
Willow inspired him always
To share with us
We learned to tie knots and each day by the river
Cast our nets deep for the leaves like coins
The float down to the bottom
And collect in a million ways, for they are wealth
And upon them we write
Each day our songs
He shared that secret as well
The old wise man sang of his Willow
He loved her from a distant window
She brushed her hair also
In the rivers mirror
While he rested by the green hill
The same, my dear, as the one we rest by
Mirror in the river waits For Willow to make her appearance
One day the old man made a sharp quill
He ripped of a branch, it hurt and his tears ran
The branch was his right index finger
Because the other he desperately needed
To write down his thoughts
Of this beauty he sees
He mixed his tears with Amber that ran between riddled scars
The riddles of years in bark on his face near his eyes
His yearning for Willow, as she brushed her hair
She never knew old wisdom by her mirror
Never knew he would watch her, and he dared not show
She was a beauty to behold
And old Wisdom an old soul

After brushing her hair, into the gentle river
Wisdom tied knots from his beard, making a net
To fish out her hair, too lovely to drift away
He took Willows hair my love,
He made a golden ribbon
And with his pen, wrote the words of her song
The one she sang as she brushed her hair
He memorized the verses
The mysterious Wisdom, in love with his Willow
He remembers her lovely soul as he choked back a sob
He choked back a sob, feeling ever such sorrow
He was supposed to be brave
But always afraid that she would know better
As she made his branches
Shiver in her rain
It only falls in the sun
Making rainbows so foreign
Willow was graceful, she gave him lumpy throat

He saw her beauty and dared not to ask
Too scared was wisdom
An old soul
Willow was timeless beauty
Even the river, her mirror
Would sing a love song
Back at her as she brushed
Her eyes see her own face
Young in its reflection, Willow often saw only riddles and knots
Grumpy old wisdom wished
To give her his eyes
Though often covered in tears
Her face making angels sad as she looked in her mirror
Since she only sees
the gnarled bark like lines of years
Wisdom saw her beauty in each root and limb
Her soft skin dotted with small pearls
If he swayed in a cool autumn breeze
He would dream of swaying his limbs
So they might touch what she only disdained
Wisdom longed for her touch,
Now Wisdom was not so wise at times
Knowing not how Willow
Saw him as lovely to behold

Now down the rivers edge, Wisdom placed
The yellow ribbon made from Willows hair
A chord held in hand for the other end
Of the line Willow listened as Wisdom sang
She brushed her hair gently in love with Wisdoms song
But wisdom blushed because he only saw riddles
And scars on his face

Wisdom built the cabin on the grumpy mountain
On top of the ribbons end, to keep his love song
From being carried away in wind or the gentle river
It flows down from the rocks, see it love?
Here and there tangled in some bushes
You can follow the mystery Wisdom wrote
A treasured line in gold
Leading from sorrow
And a treasure hunt
Taking you to joy
As you trace it back in time
The old soul who tied his knots in Willows hair
Knowing how mysterious it was
That a beauty such as Willow loved to listen
From a secret window as Wisdom sang
Thinking him dashing as he blushed
But in his wisdom feeling like a fool
Singing each time like a virgin, shy to touch
Feeling helplessly strange
As a breeze shakes
His leaves like a feeling
Wisdom was foolish to know, he learned it not
The one who swayed to her song, loved her in rain
Often not knowing
Willow was the same
My love, Willows golden hair was wild in rain!
It whipped around in Old Wisdoms face
It made little lines across his cheeks, one with his bark
Willow was his only dream, she was his song and air
She was the reason the wind was a sweet breeze
That brought flowers to his scarred face
And laid under a sheet of snow keeping warmth
Keeping love aglow
With her grumpy Wisdom
And without her beside the river we lay by
Only harps now hang in his branches
For the love that has been taken captive
How will he ever sing?
A song that she knows
And return in the spring

Because Wisdom often knew nothing
Of her secret she kept
It was made for him
To wonder until he died
And marvel at her beauty
Just like the first day he saw
Her making ready her love
Poor Willow, Wisdom was not so wise
he should have built the cabin
Over the river, so it would run through
In the middle, and instead of crushing her hair
Under the weight of a cabin an a grumpy mountain
He should have tied the end of her lovely hair
To the posts where the stars hung at night
So He built another cabin
Over the top of the river
So it would always remind
Him of his Willow gone

And never took it down
He was afraid of choking
Without her, his air
He regrets crushing a hair on her head
With his gusty sharp beard
And often freighted by rain
The thunder it brings
Willow danced in the rain
She is Wisdoms secret language
And the golden ribbon that he privately kept
The story he wrote in his tears and Amber
Is still there under our cabin
And if you try
You make out the words that are fair
You will know Wisdom
Did desire the love of her
He choked up to often
Just looking for her reflection in the sun
It's rays dancing on the water,
This is why he was silent
After too often creaking
To go deeper in Willow trees
Her heart a treasure
Paying him out as he grew old, knowing her face
Even as she grew old too
He longs to see her
When she is still more lovely, always
Even when he's ancient
Her agedness only grows
Her beautiful branches
Covered in flowers and soft
Tender leaves
Although Wisdom cried his tears until he shrank
Shrank like a pruney old nut
Burning up in worry
The ink runs here and there
Down the length of your hair


Under Willow's skirt
Of golden hair
There's a door, its small
But you'll find it
Look closely
There's a keyhole
It will show you the rest