Cherry

Core of the morning

Clear as dawn

When rays set closely beyond the sun,

And taste of winter that never comes

Light as a cherry falling down

She pounces

 

Radiating a graceful fall

From cherry trees standing tall,

And apples too, though far from home

I glance upon the turning stone

And kiss

 

My heart’s desire within the night

That fell upon not long ago

Descended down from heaven’s fall

None is seen, none is known

But this

 

As I lie upon the bed

And kiss her gently on the head

And shrouds unveiled behind a cloak

While distance wavers, she softly spoke

I heard

 

Only that voice that descends to earth

An angel fallen upon my arms

That ceased to care for what is not known

Or see or hear what is not shown

Hidden upon a future’s hold

 

Can I ask for any more

Than this I see now laying down

Upon the silence of silence known

The air conditioner is softly blown

And turns off

 

Clear as the morning fog I see

The sun where my cherry be

Piercing rays fell from the sky

Skewed at an angles length

To fall and die