~Cherry Blossoms In My Dreams… to be remembered~

There are hardly 
if any 
beautiful things
as cherry blossoms in my dreams
a cascade of pink hues
softly & gracefully 
falling upon my  fingertips
 
On my lips 
are whispered tips
of battles won
ribbons freed
 
On my breasts 
are cuts that healed 
entirely & gracefully
leaving no trace at all
but returning
to the color of the trees
 
There are hardly 
if any
beautiful things
as the dream
of a returned life
becoming vivid
&
truly lived
held pink ribbons
loosely dropped
as I run in slow motion
toward the cherry blossom trees
 
I woke up from a long sleep
to step out
to a white covered creek
a snow covered trail
that led around a forest
where there stayed
my tip toe prints
till I stopped 
having had spotted
the sweet pink blossom
no one else in sight
 
Is this a dream?
 
I’ve pinched myself 
one stitch at a time
I have lost the scars to prove it
They’ve gone 
as has the tree shed off
its pinks
 
I’ve wanted to capture 
them so much
but the snow 
melts too quickly
each petal
breaks away too swiftly
and in awe 
I can’t but 
sing a song
to save in memory
a picture to dream
of the most beautiful  of things
to be remembered. 
 
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                                                                                                                                                                                                        ©Anaid K.C.
                                                                                                                                                                                                         5122013
 
 
 
 
 
 

~G Y P S Y W O R D S~

Riding into a daydream

my horse so wild

it only responds to the sound of my calling

my gentle calling

spontaneous calling

always for an adventure to come.

Dreaming by day

working by starlight

as I write

I foretell my own fortune

as well as the luck from a few whom I love

I tell of my dreams which hint of our lives

I tell of my instincts

and of my vibes

I am a gypsy.

A trillion of silks envelop my being

a richness of auras embraces my skin

and after all the dancing by the moon tonight

has exhausted my traveling feet

I retire to sleep at the sound of the creek

the creek from which I drink

as the sunlight comes to greet.

I win all my battles

the ones I choose to beat

as I defeat my demons

and the demons on the street

My swords are my own hands

the only palms I cannot read

my eyes could tell stories

which my lips don’t care to speak

I am a wanderer.

I reside under one velvet shawl

I knitted for my fleet

taking nothing from all places

which enrich me while I sleep

I give away my love made treasures

Be they jewels

Be they me

Be they words of wisdom

Be they inspirations to complete

I give my all I have to give

none of it is meant for me and not for keeps

I pass on forward all my knowing

my gold coins

my rose hips

I toss them all up to the Universe

up towards Heaven

Above me

in the hands of the Father

I rest my fate

my destiny

for I know nothing is my own

the Lord is my shepherd

and I His Gypsy.

©Anaid K.C.

(~05092012DC)