If I had my way
I would put you in the sky,
night and day.
And let you wash over me
with shafts of sparkling lust.
Until the days make a year.
And the years make a lifetime.
My mind would no longer
be lost in the past.
Nothing would seem far away.
Together, we would
receive the setting sun.
Leaving only the cherry blossoms
and crimson leaves,
to tell the tale of how it was.
A Wandering Poet 