what do you do when the wolves come for you?
...in your sleep...
what do you do when the willows sway for you?
...in your dreams...
what do you do when the wolves come for you in your dreams?
...in your deepest sleep...
what do you do when the eyes of the beloved,
whom will never care to see they are the object of a willow's desire,
....look into you.
dark. mysterious. unmoving. unnerving. unswayed by the breeze.
I bet you think this song is only about you. don't you?
are you even listening to your dreams?
those eyes...they're full of a secret life & perhaps the most honest life.
I contemplate the depths of those eyes,
of the beloved being
& wonder of their dreams...
...of the wolves in their sleep...
...of their willows swaying in the breeze.
Can you pierce the night sky with the vision of a wolf?
Can you feel the wonder of the wind?
...swirling, spinning, dancing laughs around you,
propelling your iron-fist
& knocking on the door of your stone-cold heart?
what would you do if a lemon tree whispered to you,
"pick my flower sweet child & let me enchant your deepest desires..."
do you pick her or leave her be?
what do you do when the willows sway for you?
do you feel it or leave it be?
