The lodger in the willow

The sympathy
of the nightingale cherry tree
wishes no further rest
so when I sleep alone in the willow

I feel I am miles away
from the deep cries
of the simple ones nest

shall she bring faith to me
wishing im so long gone
or should i feel the bliss inside
that brings me back home

falling back
on the dirt nest inside
the since of closing my eyes
would bleed from
missing you pass by
im so scared and quiet
you could almost hear my cry