Weeping Willow - Live

if the earth was a willow
 and you were one too
 -would earth be weeping
 so gentle and so true?
 if I was the garden
 whereas you could grow
 -would you hand me your branches
 and grant me your love?
 in between the lines of your story-flowing through
 the pages of a book so well prepared
 the words leave more than ashes from your pencil
 when it speaks of tiny stories
 that happened through these years
 I swear that your present reality
 -disillusioned obscurity?
 -will gently wipe away the tears
 of wasted seeds
 how can we go through this
 -with wounded wings before we learned how to fly
 how can i control desires
 -when desire burns on a chilly autumn Night?
 I will try and make you imagine;
 the aura where they stand
 is filled with little secrets
 -as written in the sand
 Naked as a child at birth
 a question in disguise
 an oasis in a lonely desert
 where lonely unknown lands lie
 from here and into (infinity)
 -humble and timeless philosophy
 -you gently wept away the tears
 of wasted seeds
 all the days that have left me
 and the species I have seen
 ahead days will follow
 -it was only a dream
 though my garden is growing
 under skies out of blue,
 and it changes each season
 both in colours and in truth
 you should know that a willow
 -a weeping bed's pillow-
 until all days are through
 rain that fall on your branches,
 Yearning for a source to feed it's primal need
 can maKe your beauty blossom from within
 with flowers blowing in the wind
 -and in seasons to follow...