Analysis of I sit by this willow tree
I sit by this willow tree.
I close my eyes and the sun sets, for the first time after many lifetimes, many of a dark hour binded by silence, by weight of a dark era that took away sight, took away the drumming of a single heartbeat that beats for me, for you, for all of us. That creeped through the silence of nightfall and blew amnesia deep in the tinittus infected left ear of mine, leaving behind the excruciating pain of only hearing loud scratches of fear and pain, that shackle me, while I blindly walk the dark.
I sit by this willow tree.
I close my eyes and the night comes anew, uncovering the stars that stay hidden under that thin transparent veil, patiently waiting for the heart to finally see, and every heartbeat reveals a new star, a new galaxy, a slow never ending dance of light, of memories, of stardust. Every star sends lines of healing light with the gentle touch of the mother, and the heart sees, smiles, dancing along the river of life, waking up hearts that safely drift in the vast fields of dreams, holding their hands in the beautiful song of eternity, of oneness, of love.
I sit by this willow tree.
I close my eyes and the soul finally hears, hears the wind playing the leaves of this willow tree, feeling roses blossom after every of a single touch, sitting cross-legged in the fractured shadowy light of the tree, drifting in the whispers of many of the children of light, the whispers of many of a lifetime, of many of a gods that hand in hand sing the lullaby of consciousness, the song of life, of existence as a tiny ray of sunlight in a brief moment of a never ending story.
I sit by this willow tree.
I open my eyes and the sun rises for the last time, smiling, greeting us with echoes of new light, of new dreams, illuminating the path toward love as we all stand before the gates of the new garden.
So smile my child, you are here, you made it…
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Metre | 111111 1111001110111010110101101110111011011011101010101011111111111111010110101010010101111100100100111010110110111011110101 111111 111100110101000111101011010110010101110010100101011011000110101111100111001111101101011010001111001010111011110100111110110010011010011011 111111 1111001100110110011111101010101001010110110001010011011000101101010110101101011101011101101011000111101010101110011010101010 111111 11011001101011101011101111110100010111111010110110 1111111111 |
Characters | 1,900 |
Words | 372 |
Sentences | 11 |
Stanzas | 9 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 9 |
Letters per line (avg) | 165 |
Words per line (avg) | 40 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 165 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 40 |
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