#Poetry #Longing #Time

I envision a man, gently rowing his boat Wooden oars gliding through his passage

I envision a cherry blossom, adorning the branches of fate Silently adored by a pensive gaze

I envision the river, flowing once more Petals of the tree, flying once more Gaze of the man, set straight once more

But I see the flowers caressing our sky Even as he rows along, a petal lands on the wooden oar

Though the man set his sights ahead, Breeze of memories ripples his river

Upon looking back, he is greeted by Sakura of memories, fluttering across the sky Branches of fate, waving across its river Waters calmed, now a tranquil still

Petals once adored have been adjourned, To when unbeknownst to man. But for now, the man lay down his oar, Rising with melancholy Of sakura once admired on its branch.