Lucid Nevermore

Young Innocense hides
behind a gentle flowing
weeping willow
as it hangs it's head in shame
The light plays
with the young boys hair
that drifts
in draft and blow
down to his shoulders
lapping at his high cheekbones
and tickling his eyes
as he laughs
and laughs
behind his crying tree

The red oak
around the bend
stretches it's stout body
out into the open lane
The laughing is mingling
with the weeping
and the old oak has
never heard the likes of it before

And the road
just joins the two
despite it's never
ever
having heard of you
But in the end
the road just
comes full circle again
And the grove
continues growing
inside it's halo
of the rain