To my dear friend Kelly N.
Willows amongst the breeze, as tumultuous seas, so is life. A faint recognition, a sweet disposition, trapped in melancholy strife. Delicate faces, the time escapes and erases, to a burdened heart of gold. This courage notwithstanding, diseased and demanding, withered turmoil of the tattered soul.
Desolate is the howl, the deafening growl, the demons are away. No longer turmoil, to inter to the soil, rest easy on this day. Heart’s so diminished, with so much unfinished, wretched in painful blue. We are willows amongst the breeze, as tumultuous seas, forever... with the loss of you.