2 January 2013
Beneath the weeping willow tree, Are leaves of fallen glass, That shatter as they hit the earth, On contact with the grass.
Beneath the weeping willow tree, Is cast a night, so black, And I swear, as you walked away, I almost called you back.
Beneath the weeping willow tree, Upon a bed of ice, I thought about it, once, again, And then I thought about it twice.
Beneath the weeping willow tree, I wore upon my sleeve, A dagger, born of love and loss, Used only to deceive.
Beneath The Weeping Willow Tree • Opuss № I