The Willow

In the wood I grew not fang But branches To the sea i rooted down Here, where slow moon glints The whitecaps, chewing To be found below Cocoon, it sows Swaddled, churned: reprieve Warm and known So it goes The anchor borne to nestle sways Can i weave With lungs of my own teeth When the ring before Bright green Flashed stage Without a moment's florid cease Can i trust A dime on my one eye Splintered phase portend Never know the need To choose my sight Bestowing fragile, stolen, broken ends Here, where slow moon glints The whitecaps, chewing To be found below Below Echoes the Willow A storm laps raw Confides its dreams alone Alone Echoes the Willow