Day 9.

THE WILLOW TREE
1972 – WHILE AT MASSEY UNIVERSITY.

Oh Willow tree, oh Willow tree,
I come to you;
How can I tell her
How can I let her know?
I want to serve her and love her
In life and forever.
I need her because I love her
And I don’t, ever, want her to go.

I walk
Where no one will find me.
The clouded sky beats patterns
About my feet.
Through black windows
I see revolving freedom,
The universe moving gracefully.

Withering sky
The clouds gently passing by.
The last cloud hangs
And then moves endlessly away,
Hopkin’s wind hover spiral, spiral,
Like ice in water
Melts into the horizon.

The tide turns and runs
The waters freeze,
Where doomy thoughts go
I hear them roar.
What do they feel
The sun screams,
Sucked into the horizon
Sinks away.
The last bird returns
To be off schedule means death!
In the dark, beyond dark
Deaths seeps into the wounds made.
From the vein of life
The day – slowly
Bleeds to death.

The day
Crawling back into the night
Finding security
In the midnight woods
Like summer nights.
And in the lake
The whispering, cloudless moon
Is reflected misty and fair
In the moonlit vernal night.
This is love.

I love a dream
So bright as the evening star;
A dream I searched for;-
I sought between the stars,
In the darkness of time.
I strayed into the valley
And still could not find.
I searched and found at last
In the softness of the sky.
More remote than perpetuity
And eternal ages past,
An open sea,
A glowing flower –
From the covert of heaven
Plucked from its hiding place
And preserved.

Yet Midnight has come again
-The night-
Is soft
And clear,
Still
And quiet,
Breathing beautiful dreams
Of the new dawn
And the shadow of my new life.
Then
All I had,
Seemed to lie
Amid the breaking waters
Of the shadows of my mind.
I found my love
In the blue crashing waters
Of the troubled sea.
My mind becomes confused.

Where I’m alone
There comes to me the sounds of love,
And everyday
I wonder why they come;
But now they’re stronger.
Listen to the whisper in your heart
As it says,
That I’m in love with you.
But I am alone
And only think
That there’s still a place
Where flowers never die.
And here where I sleep
The shaded summer moon of early night
Bring to me another season
Of time in which to love.

The willow whispers to the river
As it passes in the valley,
The shadows speak of love,
Creeping to and fro.
The evening star speaks with the valley
Where the dark night lies.
It’s message lies there waiting
Calling you forever.

Love is the law which governs
The movement of the stars,
Perpetually answering my call
Showing to my mind your existence
Intrinsic my love
Calling you forever
Touching eternity when we begin to live.
– The river moves in undulating
Strength,
Like time , unstopped.

Yet somehow
Your beauty transcends time,
Space
And human existence.
-Far beyond what is real
And only comes into being
As perfection.
I continue to love
I begin to find a way,
So long as tomorrow will come
And continue to come,
But then
One day it won’t
Not even some.

I see, I feel, the day of the dying sun,
With sunken head I wait upon the night,
Into my heart seeps the dark
While slowly, silently,
Walks the night
Where shadows fall.
My love
Like the fragrance of a flower
Drifts with fast flowing affection.
The thoughts of my life
Crashing in my mind
Born by the wind,
Sun and moon
Sun and moon
Bear my burden,
The wind bears my heart,
And all I see through my windows
Are the falling yellow leaves:
I remember , I remember.

I love a dream
So bright as the evening star;-
A dream I searched for;-
I sought between the stars,
In the darkness of time.
I strayed into the valley
And still I could not find.
I searched and found at last
In the softness of the sky,
More remote than perpetuity
And eternal ages past’
An open sea.

Oh moon beams, oh moon beams
Spread me some light
Show me some words,
That will bring her in sight.
The moon was quiet.
Caught in the branches of the willow,
Time stood.

Naked against the night,
The stars talked
But I could not hear.In the shadow of that day
Where upon I stood
Time was not so far away.
The breath of the tide
In the twilight of the day,
The sunset under endless sky,
As I watched the sea grow dark.
Crystal waters in the night of beauty
Looking for an opening in the darkness.

Dawn,
Spreads the early morning dew
Upon my open heart,
So cold, So cold,
So cold within;-
Yet
My mind always returns to her,
But not yet a word can I share
With the life that could be there.

And then:

The rising sun
Touches the dawn
The winds unfold the clouds, so few.
And in these winds of life.
The daffodil sings,
Whispering shadows of love:-
What can tomorrow bring
What then will the daffodil sing?
The sun spreads the news.

The little time I had
Meant so much
The indescribable feeling
Her heart could not touch.

The willow hung its head
And cried
Not A word had it said
And my feeling had not died.
Farewell willow in the gray Sunlight
My loneliness will return again, again tonight;-
For here underneath this tree, this tree
My heart can feel so free, so free.
To dream of things that might be, might be.