Here by the Waters

Here by the waters,
here by the flowing waters,
here the pale green arms
of willow wakened by spring
entwine me, binding my heart.

The waters flow on,
never ceasing their singing.
A single leaf lands,
turns once, drifting away
on the clear, sunlit surface.

The withies hold fast,
willow, tree of remembrance,
rooting in my thoughts
the memories, the pain
binding me in those yesterdays.

Let me be a leaf
slipping into tomorrow
drifting in sunlight
down the clear rushing water,
not the unmovable tree.