~ The Weeping Willow ~

A forlorn tear in the veil
The gentle breaking bruise
As crashing seas
Traces of gilded innocence

Tangled roots
Sing their song
Eloquent melancholy
Fading morning light
Tracing fingertips, patterns

The rustle of leaves
Silent whispers in the dark
Pizzicato of voices
Pleading, weeping
Cold stings, love lost.

A/N: Written in a very sudden epiphany that kind of got me off guard. A consuming memory that just... overwhelmed me.