can you see it

there is an ancient willow in the wind

a graceful streaming hat caught in it's branches

where bluish birds take all their time to live

like gamblers with their laidies taking chances

the lofty firm filled rain puffed heavy clouds

in the flashing artistry of night

hold on until the hammering thunders rouse

and strike their flooded basins raining light

the willow screams with windswept pelting hail

the bluish birds sing bright shamanic chants

the streaming hat clings like a masted sail

with flooded joy in rhythm with the dance

i stand in wonder i'm a child at sea

caught up in primevil mystery