Chris (arizonaicedtea) wrote, @ 2005-08-07 19:21:00

Current mood:	chipper
Current music:	My own humble whistling

Zephyr
As cherry blossoms glow distantly pink against verdant shores
A familiar trespasser gazes from afar -
Often Promsicuous, yet converging her sights upon a single nearby lip of branch.
How very wonderful, pondering to myself I presume.

The trespasser reaches with ghostly tips of heaven's breath,
She weavs in a cloak of amber leaves down the hillside.
Upon arrival, she twirls her fingers in mild frustration about a solitary graceful bloom -
Once fighting for it's right to lay still
Now flirting with massaging unseen coils.

Nothingness grips substance as the bud dances possessed.
Torn from it's mother, it reaches the sky then brushes the earth
Flying with an intangible joy that,
If one were to hold this moment in time,
The faintest nudge would send the world tilting round it's new axis -
This lone alluring cherry blossom.

	clouded_mind 2005-08-08 06:27 (link)
	Did you write that? If you did Im glad that your writing again. Miss you (Reply to this) (Thread)

	arizonaicedtea 2005-08-08 21:01 (link)
	I wrote that, I did, but it is not yet finished. I have to go back to reading my psychology book now. farewell. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)