Visions

Walking to the tea house Under a clear blue sky Mount Fuji soaring Majestic to the eye. Blossom in the air Being blown around Until a gentle breeze Drops it to the ground. Afternoon with a Geisha Taking ceremonial tea Listening to the sound Of the rolling sea. Kimono rustling, Sound of finest silk Mounded to a body, Colour of Buttermilk. Exquisite smiles from Behind a painted fan, Imagined images from This strange, exotic land. Maybe one day I'll visit If fortune is kind: Until then I'll keep it Gently in my mind.