You fell asleep on the canvas
The willow did weep
In the spring time colors
Emerald green grass between our feet
We met here once last summer
Where I knew it was you
We met countless times before
You always smiled and played cute
Coy, but now you sleep upon the branches
Leaves suspended and I take a photograph
To remember you like this
You sleeping, the tree weeping
And the wait for you to wake again
Laugh and say, why did you let me
Sleep so long.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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