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.