Under The Weeping Willow

One evening, long ago, I dreamed.

I dreamed, I sat under a weeping willow.

It rained and lightning struck above me,

but no harm came to me, under the tree. 

One morning, not too long ago, I lie awake.

I lie awake, agonized, under the weeping willow.

Depression and anger, and guilt and manic,

sensation and pain, cause me to panic.

One afternoon, long ago, I hid.

I hid, as if asleep, under the weeping willow.

Ideations, imagining, singing, dancing,

wanting, needing, craving; chancing 

what would be a creepy sleepy pillow

under a creepy sleepy weepy willow.

-LJ

28 January 2017