Unfurled

 Into the world of 
 willows weeping I 
wander
  
 wondering
  
 when or where
 I will smell the
 salt air
  
 exclaiming;
  
 so long to bewildering
 scenes of 
why
  
 declaring;
  
 yes, we share in
 the lover’s 
cry
  
 and under those willows 
 we can be 
seen
  
 gazing and sharing
 and caring and 
being
  
 as my gaze meets 
 yours in a wilful 
world
  
 as our hands caress 
 in a life 
unfurled