the color of duskappears on the long flowing
tresses of the willow
the winds soft caresses on each strand
exerting jolts of lightening
showing displays of life
as it sways from side to side
there's no need to hide
this love shes found
its as stable as the ground
always there under her feet
but this deep red wine
which flows in her veins
helps the willow germinate
an energy stronger than plasma
this crimson we call love
