Cry The Heart Of Willow, by Don't build lies on ice cubes. Subscribe to rss feed for Don't build lies on ice cubes.

Bitter cold rips through the air
It lashes into each eye
Simple chemistry forms
And it pours as you start to cry

Rolling with increasing force
It greets your cheek with grace
Speeds up as it aims for the floor
A rapid moving pace

Beautiful the willow
As she stands tall and lone
The arms reach out then fall back down
None witness how shes grown

And although her fingers touch the floor
They keep on reaching far
Above her clouds blanket the sky
And they're hiding every star

But the stars are out there for her
Push back up towards the sky
Dont let the cold rip through
And keep on aiming high

Stumble once then twice for luck
Shut the eye against the pain
And if the water starts to flow
Realise its just the rain

Salted tears will cease to hurt
If they fall consistantly
Eventually the pace shall slow
And clearly you can see

So take heed from the willow
As her beauty shines on through
Listen to the voice within
And cry your tears for you

Dont cry them for another
It wont make them weak or strong
Cry them in true selfishness
Will all barriers to be gone

And cry your heart to heaven
Cry your soul to the highest peak
Cry for all eternity
But don't cry that you are weak

For your tears are your strength
The emotions of your hurt
They let the rip start to heal
Even though you crawl through dirt

The floor is looking familiar
As you sink back to the start
Fall against the rooted willow
The symbol of your heart

So although your eye's in pain
Dont let it be the end
Allow the heart to cry
And trust that it shall mend

The salt will disappear
And the floor will fall behind
The willow will stand next to you
And a whole heart you shall find



Posted: 2005-04-23 21:36:08 UTC

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2005-05-03 01:17:23wishing_on_stars
inspirational. some people don't understand crying is a part of healing. This has definitely opened my eyes further. great poem.