cherry blossoms

“It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.”
  ~Edgar Allan Poe

There was once a time

she’d walked amongst

the cherry blossom fire.

She’d chased her dreams,

and touched suns rays,

floating even higher.

The sunsets glow –

it watched her

as she fastened on her wings

& flew beyond “what if”

to where

only happiness could bring.

Those days,

each distant memory

seemed to glitter compared to what

she saw there in the mirror:

silver hair

and things forgot.

The portrait that still

admired her

held a face she longed to hold:

one stolen by the sunset

and turned

to all things gold.

The future

in its scarcity

held days that had been numbered.

So she lived amongst

the cherry trees

& kept dreaming as she wandered.