By Deidre Lockyer  

Word Count: 216

Rating: PG (References to loss)

Summary: A Poem of loss.

Last night I dreamt I was a tree
A Willow weeping in a cold, silent grove.
The Moonlight bathed me in silver, but I felt it not,
Numbed by loss to all but my weeping.
When you walked away you took all the smiles,
All the music knowing you had stirred in me.
And you left so easily, as if it meant nothing,
Knowing, behind you,
Like a glass girl, I would break.
Last night I dreamt I was whole again,
All my pieces collected, polished anew,
Sharp edges smoothed by the tumbling storm,
And I knew how to still the shuddering pain,
This need to reach out to the emptiness,
Hoping to reach you.
If I were that Willow tree,
I’d have a stream of cool, calm water below me,
My roots would wrench themselves free of the earth
And in I would wade.
Would the water pull me down, or wash me clean?
Would I care if I sank or surfaced?
Like Ophelia’s sister I would scatter my flowers,
Knowing they, at least, would remember.
Last night I was the breeze that whispered tears
Into your dreams.
But Dawn found you, going on as you are,
Each day further away
As if it meant nothing.