Font Color=redb A Weeping Willow Poem by Barry A. Lanier

Somewhere between nowhere and goodbye we met,
Young innocence enveloped by passion.
Bond of lost innocence among the haze of neon-argon strips.
Lingering in bed, her back nestled against mine,
Remembering crisp sounds of freshly starched linen.
The early morning rain on a thin tin roof,
Feeling the love of her dreams.
Remembering walking barefoot,
Down trickling mountain streams.
Should love be a the gentle, misting rain,
She was my roaring thunder.
Moments with my first love, time stood still.
Crying and laughing, rolling down slopes of green hills.
Passionate love in the middle of every night,
Forever holding to each other so tight.
Then her father forbade, we ever meet again,
She too young, my ambition in the wind.
At night to our favorite willow to meet,
Drooping down now, our willow just weeps.