The Meeting

Feel a walk with your lady, in the cold, dry winters along with cherry blossoms.

Somewhere in Ward's Lake, a misty day.....
I and my lady, walk through the meadow....
Put my arms around her, and behold the warmth....
Her sparkling eyes tears the mist, and again....
the time, the bliss, that would never return....
ah! I still travel to the time, sitting here....
miles away from my lady now....
however a still life that would never fade....

The warmth of her breast,
would never make me cold....
The breath before her kiss,
would never make me old.....
I'll see her soon again,
and will kiss her in the woods...
The petals will bloom again,
and I still must keep my eyes dry....
For in the winters we meet again,
when the pink white cherry blossoms...
and with my arms around, we'll walk again....
somewhere unknown....
somewhere strange.....
however perfectly together....


© (written on 26th Aug 2014)

Reviews

[Maglia Weaver Twill]

A love poem of such sweetness and youth, fulfillment, to set on a course, this direction to turn, an invocation to love!

[Tshogyal Moktan]

Yes Maglia, it really is a poem of young sweet love, fully
satisfied with one another. Though departed but happily
waiting for their reunion...thank you very much for the
appreciation.