My mind drifts upon dream’s meadow
To turning unwind the shackles that bind
Through whispers, wisps and willow.
The sweet cedar kiss of dew and mist
Roll gentle as the thunder
Until I awake with the craving ache
That tears my heart asunder
I’ll heed beck and call forsaking my all
For the embrace of wisps and willow.
*February 2, 2016