No Resurrection
Sometimes I hear the wind
Whizzing through the willow leaves
Hushed whispers echo the pain
That to endure I seek in vain
Upon its trunk the tree stands firm
Motionless below my window
Fearlessly bold in its solitude
A tower of virtuous fortitude
Oh, why can it not extend
With its balmy touch to shield
The grieving heart that fills my breast
From the blade that strikes upon my chest
Of the stabbing sword of memories?
Gentle though the willow bends
Its green-boughed arms with a spidery touch
The torch still burns a fiery red
Within a heart as heavy as lead
It breaks not sorrow's perfect seal
Of wax frozen solid in cold extreme
Vanished are the violets that bloomed
Upon vanquished love's bloody stream.
Whizzing through the willow leaves
Hushed whispers echo the pain
That to endure I seek in vain
Upon its trunk the tree stands firm
Motionless below my window
Fearlessly bold in its solitude
A tower of virtuous fortitude
Oh, why can it not extend
With its balmy touch to shield
The grieving heart that fills my breast
From the blade that strikes upon my chest
Of the stabbing sword of memories?
Gentle though the willow bends
Its green-boughed arms with a spidery touch
The torch still burns a fiery red
Within a heart as heavy as lead
It breaks not sorrow's perfect seal
Of wax frozen solid in cold extreme
Vanished are the violets that bloomed
Upon vanquished love's bloody stream.