Really Slept?


Really slept? It was three, no... four lifetimes ago

I was a coppersmith at the end of a long day and tired I surly grow

I lay out under the stars, beside the river as the waves clap

And my dearest love cradled my head in her lap


She ran her fingers against my temples and forehead

Soft and cool and delicate until I forgot about my bed

I slept as I have never slept since or before

Full measure enough for five eternities or more


When at last I awoke she was gone from me

And right where she had been stood a tall tree

Standing where she had been the night before

A willow now grew there by the rivers shore


It's delicate branches touching my face like tears

Just as she: soft, cool, and delicate removing my fears

It remained there by the river as a willow must

Long after I myself had gone to dust


You are my willow now for me to find my rest

More loving and tender, shading me the best

In your kindness I found my shelter to sleep

For eternities I can rest there safe in your keep