Cherry Tree

Looking at the sky through cherry blossoms, the nature's rose tinted glasses

through the lacy pink, at the blue sky

Looking at the world through cherry blooms

everything is better then

the spring is here, its back

the winter wasn't bad though,

anyway the newness is welcome, the spring is here

the cherry tree is blooming and juicy wonderful words are simply forming, dripping and pooling around the subconscious

The tree doesn't have any leaves at all its all pink, all flowers all girlish and crazy like happiness

like hope, like love, like faith

Looking at the dreams through cherry branches laden and raining flowers

they are dreams themselves

All sweet and fragrant and nostalgic

First time I saw one, a flowering cherry tree that is

It drove me into childish glee to just look at it

Looking at the yesterdays through cherry memory

so young, so fresh, cherry lips yours and mine

Young us feeling our way through each step of new discovery

House

Imagine living here in this house surrounded by wild flowers and thistle
Imagine the sound of the rustling wind and aroma of the sea..
Hot damn yeah, its next to the sea and the mountains and the foggy, salty decadence of simple complexity thats beauty.

I imagine living here as an old old woman, being as wise as the old sea outside. The house will be filled with herb pouches and potpourri, that makes the inside of this house smell exotic like the outside does. I will make hot soups for meals and type out stories from my youth. I will laugh at my regrets and smile at love lost and found along the many paths I took.
I will look outside the window when the wind howls out and the house shakes and listen to the words of the beating tides. The petals flying from wild flower garden will cast magical spells that will carry me beyond imagination, where surreal becomes real.
How can a house say so many things, how can a structure have such a pull? Every time I come here it is like the house calls out, as if it knows me from somewhere or is that some time?? Or may be in the far off future it will get to know me? Is it possible to fall in love with places, houses, wild flower gardens, ocean, salty wind and the mystic fog? I believe that to be true and dear house I'm in love with you....