The music box

(read to George Winston's Japanese Music Box)

The wind moves through the trees; dancing blades of grass.

The petals sing like
tears up
on .
     my .
           face.

ohthecherryblossomsfall
the blossoms fall
fall .
       like .
              snow.

The sun slips through her arms; holding dark shadow.

The petals sting like
tears up
on .
     my .
           face.

ohthecherryblossomsfall
the blossoms fall
fall .
       like .
              snow.

The moon winds up through time; kissing paler skin.

The petals lay like
tears up
on .
     my .
           face.

ohthecherryblossomsfall
the blossoms fall
fall .
       like .
              snow.