Beneath the Willow Tree - A Poem

A little something to cheer you up during the rest of my hiatus, and a taste of my cheerful poetry. ;)

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A little pond not far away;

A tiny little sea.

And flowers bloom a small ways off,

Beneath a willow tree.

The wind tears not its curtains soft,

Though finest silk they be,

For some love guards that silent place

Beneath the willow tree.

Eyes as dark as raven's plumes
Once there did gaze at me,
Once there returned all my love,
Beneath that willow tree.

Hands as small, as sparrows white -
My greatest joy to see -
Were easily held within mine
Beneath the willow tree.

A little one, my life's delight
For all her days was she,
And nothing touched my heart as much,
Beneath that willow tree.

An angel sent to guide my heart,
As I guided her steps unsteady -
Never will I forget those days
Beneath the willow tree.

Once, alone, though, there she went,
In night, when none could see,
And from whence she did not return;
Beneath the willow tree.

So small a form in darkest night,
A silhouette wand'ring, free...
How could I know that she would stray
Beneath the willow tree?

My heart has grieved for long, long years -
A knife wrenched within me -
My Little One, where have you gone?
Beneath the willow tree.

So little, to gaze all alone
Into waters starry -
To touch those stars, no doubt, she fell
Beneath the willow tree.

A tiny one, to all alone -
No one to hear her glee
That was so fatally cut short
Beneath the willow tree.

Anger, tears - yet in my heart,
I know fault is with me,
For ever showing her that place
Beneath the willow tree.

I cursed it and took up my axe
Within my misery,
Yet I could not destroy her spot
Beneath the willow tree.

Though I am old, my heart still is lorn,
And steps from that small sea,
A part of me lies buried there,
Beneath the willow tree.
And... now I need to go spend the rest of my hiatus sobbing. Bye!