When The Moonlight Touches My Tatami - Poem by Saniya Galeyeva
When the moonlight touches my tatami,
Spreading silver petals on the floor,
I shall leave the cosy bed behind me.
Like a cat, I'll tiptoe to the door.
It is spring. The sakura's in blossom.
I would watch this scene for all my life.
It's a miracle which is so awesome,
That I'll stay outside until it's light.
There will come the sun like inspiration,
And a bird will sing its merry song.
Everything is full of exaltation,
But so dark and gloomy is my soul.
Oh, I wish I were a tiny creature,
Something like this lovely careless bird…
Then I'd be both happier and richer
Than the rulers of this rotten world.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
sakura (Japanese) an ornamental cherry blossom tree and its blossoms
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