You sit upon a mountain. Or is it really a hill. A place for you to find solace away from those that would break your peace. And so you let your hair hang low to hide your face from those around. From those above as well.
Weep for me willow mine. We weep together, we do not cry. Crying is for the shallow feelings, instead we pour forth emotion from our eyes. Dying moments trickling down other moments. Each racing towards its end. We sway, you and I, against the current of humanity. We sway, willow mine, as we lean against the wind. Allowing the breeze to dry our tears. Allowing each other to ease our fears. You will always be my willow mine.