Beneath a barren willow old
A silver stream ran by
Froze with icy crystals cold
And held in Winter's sigh
The moon shone down upon the field
Where water covers stone
And in the lifeless mud was kneeled
A widow, all alone
Her ghostly hands were held aloft
Then to her lips were drawn
A single note, both sweet and soft
Rang out and then was gone
Her breath was held, her heart was still
While westward turned her gaze
Past the darkly brooding hills
All wrapped in moonlit haze
And from the halls beyond the world
A spark, the chasm breached
Its tiny, pinprick beam unfurled
And ‘cross the landscape reached
No star had ever shone so bright
In all the sky’s expanse
And Love’s undying, endless light
Held her within its trance
A fractured veil between two planes
A heart’s imploring cry
Were helpless still against the chains
That bound each Man to die
As frost retreats beneath the sun
The ray was snatched from sight
And swift as her joy had begun
‘Twas swallowed by the Night
Beneath a willow, grey with years
The widow bent her head
The withered earth felt not her tears
And cared naught for the dead
(I'm not a poet and don't claim to be. But sometimes it's fun to try.)
