Cherry tree daydream

 

MB20 playing

through pc speakers,

as the whispering air

of a summer evening

swiftly lifts me to a faraway day.

I'm laying here mirroring

a cloud in the sky; just

drifting aimlessly,

as I wonder aloud

where the fading daylight went.

Did it wander off

to circle another sky?

And why does that

hurt so much?

 

The voice lifts

through my dreams,

as the pulse of the drumbeat

flows through me,

and those guitars

strum on my trilling heartstrings.

My spilled thoughts start to seep

into drifting fairytales,

that this time will never see

the daylight swell around them,

I’m slipping through

cracks in time,

seeing past lives

and finding

that the me I thought

I’d lost,

is still very much within.

 

See, I fell asleep under

a cherry tree daydream,

a memory set in

candy floss sweet serendipity.

Where past life and modernity

collide in those still cold sunbeams.

And I’m the happiest I could be,

in the arms of times loving embrace.

The way those

hands tease a future,

the way they show

the road to another summer.

 

And I think,

in that weird world

between awake and slumber,

that every day has fallen before,

always to be replaced by another.

And I smother my thoughts

of love, for my love exists

in the very cloud mist,

and the seamless swish

of the daylights hair,

the way the ticking clocks

sound like a heartbeat,

puts a smile on my face.

And those hands of time

hold me tight in a warm embrace.