Deep whispers from the hollow trees,
A weeping willow of what longed to be.
A melody of tattered sheets;
Blessings like a child’s dream,
Cats all but purring, licking cream,
And a deserts waste land of what longed to be.
Drinking stars from chocolate skies,
Deep dark ashes, love’s first cry.
And all the while asking to die.
Windows on the leaky rain,
Tattered from the pulling picture frame,
And all the while crisscrossed high,
Child dream’s asking ‘why?’
Deep whispers from a lullaby,
Creaming cats wishing to hide,
Whispers from the hollow trees,
Distant like o’Hallow’s eve,
All the while dreams of High, a whisper
Asking, wondering, why.
A deep whisper from the hollow trees,
Weeping willows of what longed to be.