x Miss Willow Tree x
I could be way off the mark but do you ever think about me on the long road we call the dark, with the heavy beating heart of a nightcap?
Do you ever say my name out loud to guide you home like an enduring compass, melting you right through to the seismic soul of the stars?
Do you ever turn and shiver in your dreams as if a gelid feather ran down your spine, reaching out for the funfair rush of my hand to pull you to safety, all because I'm not lying next to you?
Do you ever throw stones in a caliginous lake, looking out for the serenading ripples of my emotional truth, just because it feels right, like watching the world surrender on a long summer's night?
I imagine us to be howling at a pocketwatch moon like drunken wolves, fatedly slow dancing in its navigating, intricate light, getting blind high as skyscrapers from each other's Catherine Wheel minds.
For every solemn season, the rescuing seams of your special shores mellifluously sing to me your ever healing horizons, stemming the blood, sewing up my weeping scars.
Seasick from clockwork anxiety, I look in the rearview mirror in the hope of seeing your considerate reflection, to quell the persistent butterflies and I don't want to see the exit signs ahead.
Time stops still by these still waters.
I can see for miles and I don't want to let go of who you are, praying we cross paths again, in a fiesta future.
It would be completely regrettable if I never saw the rare beauty of your face and never heard the seducing breeze of your voice once again, Miss Willow Tree xxx
x JJE x