Stay with me willow tree in my bed where its safe. We have stayed in each others souls. So stay earth tree. For we are friends. When beauty loves its thorns and its branches. When beauty loves the words I hear you calling. If I stay long enough, your winter leaves will Deliver me news of us, when we have long grown old. In the un tellable gems to which will all be hanging.
Among your soft branches, we are Free. AB, BK Press. 2015