what if a weep from a willow at will

what if the opposite is true
what if we try something we think we can’t do

what if sentiment blows the mind
what if what’s hidden we finally find

say hello to substance goodbye to void
discard a play-thing no longer a toy

rumble reason – quondam to know
sweet sensibilities from long ago

stumble upon desire at dawn
and leave doom behind like a thunderous storm

spring happy impressions and dance through the night
with sunshine your friend – the wind flying a kite

what if a weep from a willow at will
finds sentiment blowing – her branches stronger until...