The besotted structure
Blooming with possibilities;
The dreaded suture
Mending the menacing reality.
The draft has succumbed
To the whispers of the morning sun,
The cherry blossoms become
The hope long forgotten.

Saliently sailing into the new light
Piercing through the blackened night,
Riding the tides to the spirit of twilight,
Irksome worries abandoned, forthright –
Nestled and free to forge the flight past fright,
Giver, friend, the flirt – everyday a different plight.