My waking thoughts, nothing
But a red so pale
Like cherry blossoms
Playing possom
Yet look so ageless, for them
It always seems to be autumn
How they fall so often
Never lasting long
Laying petals like a coffin
Reaching a hand into the haze
As a pious embrace
With a light in my palm
I lingered in its warmth
Soothing like a song
Let the numbing take its course
Til all the light is gone
Floating, I move forward
To the next waking thoughts
