Blooming when no one ever immediately witnessed
Was it yesterday or today that the whole sky turned pink with tints of white paint
You turned my heart into a cherry blossom a  whirl of candy floss laughs and smiles
Renewing my gray memories of love with
rosy balloons and red lipstick
Comfort, warmth, and passion
Smoothing all the cracks with compassion
and filling empty branches with a nurturing hope and revitalizing flushes of first love play-fullness
Spontaneously blooming contentment of joyful femininity
Turning the whole life into a happy sakura celebrating nature and the coming of spring  bragging about how beautiful the world could be if all the barren souls awakened
We started all over again …fresh and new pink buds pushing through
Smiles, laughs and sakuras
A joviality of festive beauty in fruity and sweet flowery fragrances
Short it was too short…and sudden
All the flowers wilted
breathless and dehydrated in a drowning bath of  fears and tears
Snow flakes of my soul
Weeping sakuras

Vanishing
vanities of life
eventually...
disappear
in the hands of those living
Skulls and roses
time and dice
and...
wilted flowers
all wry and dry

I have come back to you words
waking up from scattered dreams
beneath love lie lies
surrounded by the lonely dunes
had bads disguised
glittering shimmer soaked coals
pain like unfettered moors
shackles of despair

black leather fineness complements my shimmering legs
As we ride on the car to follow downtown city lights
Then you smile looking into my eyes
Mischievously, matching mall luminaries on the way beaming bright and brilliant
Laughing eyes under long lashes
Passing through the fleet of cars
We hold hands in the shadowy passage of time love whispers
Without uttering a single line

The leaky feeling of having lost you
Anytime I stand up to say a word
they flee back to my heart
sealing the truth
Congestion of woes
interferes with moments of life
how would things flow otherwise I think
it seems like there is no flap backwards
murmuring rhythms of the two of us
impair all forward flows
I watch us dance behind improperly closed doors
All is nothing but the seeping of your glittering heart.

A whole new direction in the meadow
Saddened trees and whys.
Saffron like shadows
spoiled grass and hollows  
More of the same old
the maddening racing of my heart
Shaded against the sun
all trenches end up with you
journeys are all set off to find us  
new versions of the two of
us but the same hows
everything is yellow
like in the Coldplay song

Shall I not then collect words,
to paint colorful sketches of you,
to capture the moments we cannot otherwise retain
through scenes posing life and death?

Brushstroke of words,
sketches and etched memories in vibrant hues
Moments are thereby suspended
in the delicate balance of existence.

For in these words
and sketches, we reside.
Life's vibrant colors on the canvas of time,
In the contiguity of fleeting moments,
I find the art of holding you close.