I feel its roots stretching deep <br />and stirring old memories <br />calling my eyes of a boy to sleep <br />on the callous skin of manhood <br />forged by hard rough rocks <br /> <br />A green willow sleeps in my heart and weeps <br />the tough rocks squeeze the roots, <br />as I stretch and tend a crystal glass to the tears of the spirit <br />wherefrom distillation of the story does the best <br />and the droplets wriggle through, <br />they gather in the bottom of my heart; <br /> <br />fermentation over, <br />time for delivery <br />from the bottom of my heart to the tip of the tongue <br />there the tear of the willow leaves the somber part <br />of my little heart and drowns my endless universe<br /><br />Altair Laahad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-green-willow-grows-in-my-heart/
