Willow leaf waving
light underside flickering
the colour of the wind
talking vividly to the sky.
And no one hears
but that leaf and I.
nodding knowingly,
'the wind is sad' we say
she is going to cry.
And sure enough
within the hour
tears fall vehemently
from blackened eyes.

If they plant a stone to remember my name
May the ivy grow
and wrap its gentle arms around that cold carved heart
that in time they may remember life
Let the rain fall to wash away those empty grooves
that they may feel the touch that lays beneath the wounds
Let the leaves drift to cover my grave
that they may know, now I lay
washing peacefully away.
Let the frosts come to freeze the ground
that they may not stop so long
and the wild flowers of summer grow
that they may find no time to go
and sit in sadness at my feet
but live and conquer all they meet
If they plant a stone to remember my name
May the ivy grow
and wrap its gentle arms around that cold carved heart
that they may remember life.

I walk down the river and see
boats strain at the tethers that bind
Are they high enough this time
of year
or did summer tourists not hear
not know
shhhhhh whispers the told you so
words not spoken
bindings tighten and broken
desperate phonecalls to the wife
'did I,did I, tell me did I do it right'
unanswered, silence beckons her night
as dancers play in shadows of light
follow my eyes
you will not see
upon the gentle breeze
voices that know
and I will not whisper I told you so
but hold you where we both shall go
and play the current
until once more
we know
and laugh out loud to lifes 'I told you so'