A poem based on a song I heard many years ago. After recently hearing it again, I felt inspired to write this poem.
I hope you enjoy it.
Through the clouds of petals, that blow softly in the wind
Sounds of mourning can be heard, a widow cries her tears
Sweet perfume surrounds her but no comfort do they lend
For they only bring back memories…from so many years
It was here her lover fought and where he had been killed
Oh, how her heart longs for him, mourning the day he died
Yet every year she returns, feeling her promise still unfilled
Remembering the vows she took when she was still a bride
Sitting so very quietly, cherry blossoms fall upon the ground
Memories will return, remembering for better and for worse
As the sun sets slowly, just the nightingales break the sound
Forever knowing she'll love him, forever knowing no remorse