After crying, I fell asleep, a poem drifted by....

LIGHT AMONG THE TREES, THE BRIARS AND THE WEEDS
by Willy TwoHawk, Sept. 28, 10:28




I lay down beside her
Her tears flowing softly down her cheek
I lay down beside her
While the creek beside us overflowed its banks
And became our bed

I lay down beside her
Like a leaf from the dead among the reeds
I melted into her stream
As the waters resided
I was reborn, a stirring of choice, a shaking young thing.

I rose from our ancient bed of love
Her breath nurtured by the seed
Leaving me bone dry.
But it t'was those soft sweet tears from her cheek
That landed upon my chest
Giving me a chance to become yet
Another tree as beautiful as she.