the wise old willow
whispers in the wind
miles away I catch a word
sweet like honey
warm like home
she calls out again
a magnetizing whisper
inviting me home
to hers or my own
I cannot tell
as I make to turn left
on my well-worn path
her beckon to me
pierces through the wind
come further my child
don’t turn back yet
a little further and you will find
a sacred place
where our souls intertwine
as we will go forth as one