Ghost and the willow

The cool wind blows the willow
as it kisses the lawn
like a loving broom.
sweeps all those thoughts together,
and puts them in a special room.

And in this room the willow
taps on the window
and temps you to
the garden of love
to lay under that tree with me,

But the garden has many ways
so tread with great care
it may twist and wind in your mind
but all you need is there.

The beckoning of the willow
brushes the cheeks of the wanting
flutters around the heart and
whispers in your ear
love will lie bleeding here.

So keep those things
locked in that special room
and pull down the blinds
you know this room has no key
and no place
under the willow for you and me.