Treasure Island

Marcellino Carlo


A Rain of Cherry Blossoms (Sakura no Ame)


And I dreamt a vivid dream of you
Filtered in a washed out cerise haze
Of wispy mist and a silken shrouded guise
your sensuous silhouette as you unraveled
the mysteries that your flesh hid beneath
your innocent kimono. That I might be
the gaijin to tame the dragons that haunted
your mind. And you ran from your mind
beneath the barren trees and on the
war-torn path. There you paused and
held your heart and knew.
You ambled gracefully toward the waters-edge
only to leap into the rising sun. And the light
burned out my eyes before you Lady Sakura
burst into a thousand cherry blossoms and
rained down. And washed away my iniquity

Submitted: Tuesday, February 19, 2013

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