Reminiscent Cherry Blossoms
Won't you be a chapter in my history textbook?
Be the co-author, never bothering me
to share the stars and most the sea
with thee woman who's sposed to be
a better motion reasoning
through empty aisles beckoning
me closer still, epiphany,
the rush of crushing symphony
the truth has posed as potpourri
amongst the bulbs on every tree
with poisoned poignant cherry seeds
choking hope entwined with me
a vintage vine of broken glass
a splintered mast before we cast away
from here with sailors sloshed to sway;
leaves rewind as they jump back to be
a sign of prosper for the tree
which meets the air inside of me
beaming rings of symphony
that rise towards skies now lounging loose
as if on antlers on the moose
up above the pale true noose
they are your halo if you choose
to chronicle the strife of life
or be the sheath which hides the knife.
Copyright © Sean Winslow | Year Posted 2009
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