Under the Willow Tree


I sat under the willow tree 

With its branches mingled in my hair.

Its roots wrapped around my feet.

My eyes were drifting wanderers aboard

the changing wind.

Slowly, they moved

Towards the nearby lake where 

they departed.

I saw water walking on the rough ridges of land.

The water recedes, 

leaving me behind.

My heart sank in its fragile boat 

Buried by the small subtleties of falling water

Never to resurface beyond its watery grave.

The dimness of light casts over my eyes.

As the shadows of my past becomes

The reflection of myself at the far distance.

I realize 
I am already dead. 

                               

                                                                                         M.Z

Scarlet Sunset

Distant

The sky painted in layers of colors

Like sedimentary rock.

The sun once burning yellow,

Dipped in a sea of

Red crimson.

Disappearing behind the horizon. 

Buried by the calmness of the sea.

Colors changing in the sky.

Waves of orange, pink and green,

Painted by soft strokes 

elegantly unpredictable.

Blue and violet.

Time brings the darkness of night

As it fills the sky, 

Reminiscence of the sun

Only remains a faint memory of the distant past.

                                                                   M.Z