Poem: Beneath the Quiet Willow

Beneath the quiet willow tree,
I speak to winds that shelter me.
Their silver tongues, in hush and hum,
Remind the heart what it’s become.

I draw a ring with thought alone,
Where harm forgets the path it’s known.
Soft embers drift where shadows creep,
And guard the place where silence sleeps.

No eye shall find what lies within,
No claw may pierce this woven skin.
The name I bear, the breath I keep—
Are locked where even echoes sleep.

Let dust not cling, let grief not stay,
Let love not falter nor decay.
Let fire bend, let storm pass through,
Let what is false be ever untrue.

So while I walk this waking land,
No tethered dark shall take my hand.
My soul, a stone in moonlit stream,
Unmoved beneath the weight of dream.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie