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Remembering Meifeng

On wings above the cherry grove
alone, a noble crane descends
a flourish of the blossom trove
awakened by the gliding winds

it's feathers glowed of blinding snow
with pitch for trimmings, boldly dipped
upon it's head, a crown, as though
it kissed by cherry painted lips

the cotton candy day was spun
throughout the waves of grass I'd run
to flee the sunlit grade, I went
in marvel of the winged event

I reached the white cathedral where
the crane disturbed it's sacred air
such bright and pleasant light above
-a blossom dome of heaven's love

it's springtime fragrance hypnotized
that day the orchard drew me in
I wandered deeply, mesmerized
-beheld the rarity within

in deadness, essence seemed concealed
no sound arose from where I'd tread
entrancing visions soon revealed
a woman forming there instead

it's transformation seemed to me
a being cursed so tragically
with beauty far beyond this realm
evolved to lure and overwhelm

before her hands fell twinkling strings
that died, then rose with glassy wings
oh, soulless, I seduced that space
to find, could I, espy her face

she did not know I followed in
so gasped in wonder as she turned
abashment flushed her snowy skin
akin, my face had warmly burned

and how her eyes had pierced me deep
to haunt my thoughts each night I sleep
quite young was I, so unprepared
celestially, the beauty stared

I saw white petals flooding time
upon the wind, now blossoming
a rush of lustrous sound sublime
I felt the wondrous woman sing

adorned with blossom petals bright
she flurried down the mountain slope
her song like fading rain at night
it's echo, distant wisps of hope

oh, night on night, remembering
her song endures all weathering
as calling as a distant knell
-a soft and soporific spell

and night on night, I'm loath to wake
in knowing well my soul's at stake
if I should rise before she rests
for I exist in each her breaths

and every time I meet the dawn
to greet the sun, my voice is drawn
to sing Meifeng her favourite song
remembering that spring is gone

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