Spring Reunion

I will see you at blossom time.
We will talk of centuries past
and other lives
and time and space
and speak in silence
as the white petals fall.

We will look at the sky
through the lace lattice
of cherry trees
and share sympathies.

Our conversation will harmonize
under the blue skies
as the pink clusters fly
and sprinkle petal dust
in our hair
as we share
a silence.

We will tread
the primrose bed
and aconite carpet
and discuss our woes
and joys
without the noise.

Covered in a blossom cape
I will make my escape
and we will agree
to meet at another
blossom time
and stare deeply
into green eyes.