• The moon is close to me.

    It hugs the cherry blossom tree.

    I sigh with relief of my worries.

    The days events had become blurry.

    I laid down on the grassy hill.

    Pondering in the dark, quiet, still.

    As I lay, the moon bent close.

    A kiss it gave as a boast.

    Its lunar beauty was my love.

    As soft as a holy dove.

    The tender touch of bliss i feel.

    I only wish that this were real.......