i tied them to the weeping willow
(can you keep a secret?)
it told me solace is beginning to seem overrated-
i said / i am, constant, you have
not found my amber yet?
hidden beneath the golden soaked hair-
the jewels from the breath of the trees-
have you found it?
i hope, there, you see
you see the prayer (whispers)
in my eyes the death (clutching)
in memories, every second losing more
(come back, little girl-
my ankles are fragile
my bones far too white
my feet, the thorns, limping-
she runs and her hair in pigtails, ribbons flying)
shoved under my fingernails are your postcards
with their scalloped edges and generic landscape views
and a promise from you- 'i will bring the cameo'
to burn it into my skin
bring with you a branch from the myrtle tree
disregard her quiet grief
oh come back little girl!
(guide me to her)
to felix and toto (dearest friends)
find me the orange tree
the ladder, to climb
the sting on the sores-
my lips, bleeding&burning
she is gone, i cannot find the willow
but they wait, with a query-
have you found your red ribbons?