Weeping willows

               Wanderer souls tossed by wild thunderstorms,

               abandoned minutes' anchored memories,

               like empty boats along lorn water-shores

               where shade enshrouds moss-covered centuries,

               in leaning branches tranquil foliage

               a whimsical flow whirled my waves to you,

               as fallen leaves drifted by holy fate,

               stir up the noiseless surface, floating through

               still shallow bays and wrathful vortices,

               reflections of an almighty river,

               when depth and height meets and parts, on spirits'

               strange paths beyond droplets' fading glitter.

                        Weeping willows' sheltered hiding places

                        where silent water guards our lost traces.