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 willful 
world
  
as our hands caress 
in a life 
unfurled.