Blossom – Rebirth of a lover

“What a strange thing!
to be alive
beneath cherry blossoms.” 

– Kobayashi Issa, Poems 

“A fallen blossom
returning to the bough, I thought –But no, a butterfly.” 

– Arakida Moritake, Traditional Japanese Poetry: An Anthology 

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Lightness, adrift but within my grasp always. 
Your like the blossoms of a tree, brushed off by the wind, 
yet still you belong to me, 
though we are apart. 
We are intertwined souls, mated by nature and God. 
Soon I shall lift you back up, 
from my roots you will be reborn 
to forever be one with me.
Your my bloom my love, this tree will always sustain you. 
I long for you to be on my branches once again, 
the whole of nature in agreement with the union. 
Oh how naked am I, my lover! 
How my branches sway at the sight of you! 
Come clothe me with your fragrant beauty, 
and let us be whole again!

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The Trail – Memories

“He was still too young to know that the heart’s memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the 

burden of the past.” 

– Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

 

Blown by the breeze of your passing

Branches sweep the evidence of you away

Spinning dirty tornadic wisps bare false witness

Evidence of our union, gone down a dusty way

I wander past the forks of choices gone wrong

Seeing pieces of your love hanging on the thorns

Finding you though you hide among shapeless brush

Setting my heart to the trail, I am endlessly torn