abstract personification

tell me, won't you, did you see

the lady in the boxwood tree;

she rained on you & she rained on me

& she rained a song in a minor key

for me, for you, for free

now there's the space of a bottomless sea

'tween now and the days of the boxwood tree

she's locked the door, but not tossed the key

on rain & songs in a minor key

for me, for her, in her tree

she loves you as dear, as dear as me

though you too have left the boxwood tree

in search of ways to be big & free

& now she cries, she cries a sea

for her, for you, for the tree

I don't know quite who she could be,

living up there in the boxwood tree—

a muse, or love, or a rush of glee

but her song was sweet and her song was free

for us, for the world, in a minor key

she wanted to go across the sea

to see how others think and breathe

she'd be beautiful & alone & free

far, so far, from the boxwood tree

from me, from you, across the sea

but she's not quite sure, so she waits, you see,

still raining there in the boxwood tree

alone, hoping for you or me

to come back for her rain & her haunting key

for me, for you, for free.