Early Works - Willow, Willow

Willow, willow soft swinging low head sadness brings night tears to your breast. Singing of a night wing circles in the sky down in the darkness a life begins to die. Willow, willow no answer to give sunlight brings bright eyes exploring where you live. Songs of happy voices whisper to the breeze but no one see the tragedy that lies beneath the leaves. Willow, willow watching the world go by evening breathes a stillness near the close of the day. Cries of distant shadows and shriek of diving claws hissing into silence that will soon engulf them all. 17 October 1979