Oh blank paper, <br />mirror of my mind. <br />White heart, where is the blood <br />to run like words <br />across the page of time? <br /> <br />Bone and sinews, bile <br />and graying hairs; <br />concrete of existence, mine; <br />unbending, clinging to hidden girders <br />of life’s forged steel…. <br /> <br />Willow tree <br />swaying in the wind, <br />teach me how. <br />How to reach up, and bend, <br />and trail my furthest thoughts <br />in that stream of love <br />which has no end.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/willow-tree-3/
