Bury Me Where The Cherry Trees Blow
A long dreamy daze
Bury me where the cherry trees blow,
Right by the river, banks filled with flower snow
Right under our old and gnarly tree.
We hung a swing from it when we were young,
My lover and me, fearless and carefree
When no worries or regrets over our shoulders hung.
Bury me where the cherry trees blow
Let it be a clear spring day with rabbits on the run
Let it be midday, let waters glisten under the sun
Let the river part slowly when we let the final boat go
Let my grave lie under a white blanket made of blossoms of the tree
In the hallowed month of April,
Let a soft breeze blow over me.
My mind floats away in the lilt of this bird’s trill
Years have been and past, but it seems like yesterday
That I with my brothers lay
Under the shadows this then young tree cast
Laughing, joking, lips cherry red, with Spring here at last
My childhood, my youth, my golden days
Pass by me, a sepia collage, a long dreamy daze
My days are sanding away from the slips
My nights pulled from beneath my feet
When the day of the day comes
When the oil lamp is dry
And the end of the tunnel aglow
Bury me where the cherry trees blow.
About the Creator
Srobona Basu
I live to create something beautiful.
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