Come sit with me under weeping willow tree…

Come and sit with me,
Choose a tree or a river,
Or the unformed seed.
And blow your breath
Love will do the rest.

Give enough time,
To this mortal clay
To finish this long poem
Of her life,
With all yearnings
Seeking you,
In any possible
corner of the earth,
while you sang
and play secretly
inside her clay.

Come and sit with me,
This hour is my only belonging
The next is yours,
To give or take away.
I tell no one
How faithfully
Naked white butterflies
Spread their wings ,
In your direction,
Circling around us.
How lovingly,
Softness of evening
Enters between
Two thin lines
Of horizon and vertical
Just before dark rises
From depth of the night,
Steal a kiss
From the fiery lips of the Sun.

Passion is the hidden path,
Between us.
A soundless stream of wanting
While your eyes gaze into mine,
Seducing my receptive soul,
To open and
hold your breath of light.
Her moans, longing to
To meet your passionate side,
In heaven of eternal love.

You bring her to life,
with flames of your fusion
Piercing her invisible wings,
My Soul aroused
With hunger and thirst,
reach behind
your dark green dream,
pick up
the last virgin white orchid,
in ecstasy of union,
she opens herself
to your hundred pieces of roots
Naked, pure, untouched,
She forgets her mortal fate,
And fall ripens in your love,
under the weeping willow tree.

A silent stone,
A yellow pear,
A song from
the secret garden of yours,
Like me,
Never been kissed
by God before.

Come and sit with me,
Between piles of ultramarine blues,
Between sacred lands
of east to west ,
Between now and the next breath,
Before I scatter my dust into the mad wind.
While the tea is still hot
And my feelings unfold
In your shadowy wings,
Pass through thousands
and thousands stars,
I don’t know,
How to stop this wanting.

I stop,
When I finish this hymns
A simple, colors,
Drop of love,
Thinned and squeezed,
Pure and perfect
On the great leaf of life.

Come and sit with me,
under weeping willow tree
Let me rest across
her white leafs of life,
Between the floating branches
And your shade,
On this little space
Called clay,
In which
I grow
White orchids.

Between two willow trees,
Two orchids
Between your light and my dark,
There is an open window,
To fly out, into speace.
While you and I sit together,
Sip our tea,
Gaze into each other’s eyes
I lose my gravity
Every time,
Fall deeply, madly
In your ocean of love,
Return to my unformed seed
and fly away
to unknown.

The next sip,
the next eyes,
when we meet again,
I know,
Through window or
Eve n the walls
I become so invisible that no-thing
Stop me from fly back home
and never return.

Serena Devi

**From ETERNAL LOVE poetry book **