Cherry Blossom

The forlorn red petals float gently on the golden breeze. Dancing merrily onto the lake’s dark surface. The crimson does not seep into its waters, I prod one gently. It rises and falls on placid rings. As I pick it up between my trembling fingers, the moisture glistening, I am enthralled by the crimson silk. I look through the blood-leaves to a silvery moon and I also caress its surface with a smile. Through my fingertips I can feel its light, soft and yearning. I touch the tree bark, rough and rocky. I slip into the grass, still wet, the green mashing with the red. Silver, red, and green lullabies. I fall asleep as I live my dream, with a blade of grass in one hand, a cherry blossom petal in another, and wet moonlight all around.