Cherry Blossoms
I sit in the midst of
A storm of pink petals ~
Fluttering down from
The cherry trees
Across the way~
A whimsical breeze ~
Threads through the
Branches ~
Pulling the fragile
Blossoms ~
By the
Thousands ~
In its wake ~
And I’m transfixed
And enchanted ~ and
Longing for more ~
Moments like these ~
Lurk around every
Corner ~ invisible
To all but the
Watchful heart ~
For it is through the
Eyes of the heart ~
That Truth and
Beauty are discerned ~
I am become invisible
As I walk among the crowds ~
They do not see me ~
Tell me, if no one sees me
Do I exist ~ am I really here ~
If I fell in the forest
Or on a city street ~
Would anyone see or hear
Or even know ~
I am lost ~ I am a face
In a crowd that knows me not
At all ~ and when my light
Has flickered and died away ~
Will this world be one iota darker ~
These thoughts plague me
Late at night ~ when I am weary
And my strength is
At its lowest ebb ~
Then I rouse myself ~
Blow on the cooling ember
Of my fondest dream ~
And make myself
Believe in me again ~
