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The shadow of the willow tree dances with me. She gently sways next to my belief and she waltzes like no other, track thirteen, all night long she moves with the wind at her leaves like a playful lover, like love without question, love so profound that it feeds the hungry and clothes the naked, a love so simple, yet so mesmerizing in its warless silence.

Oh! Cello, bring me to my thankless knees, let me recall my childhood. Remember the love that floated like a mist over heaven. I would memorize my belief before I fail creation, but belief must go on without me and never surrender! I must remember before I squander my belief, pretending it’s not truth…

Slide me down to sleep, my Love. Bring your bow across your strings like a beautiful butterfly, ease my pain, touch my searing forehead, allow your cool fingers to lay me down to heaven and leave me there with a rush of strings wafting in the dark.

Come morning I’ll ask that you play me a farewell song. I must leave Heaven for a brief while, but fear not my Love, I will come around again and you can sooth me with your rhythms, comfort me with your song, the river’s natural flow, love me with the love you’ve always had, Mother, Grandmother, Great Grandmother, Heaven and Home.

Hush now, Love. Breathe with your sleep.


(Michelle, happy birthday, and thank you for your love. You truly are my lovely angel Love.)


© 2011 by mark prime
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