In My World There Is A Cherry Tree (A Poem)

In my world
There is a cherry tree
By which you sit
And wait for me
In my world
Time does not exist
And my Soul is free
To be whatever
It wishes
To be
And while you sit
By that cherry tree
Waiting for me
I have already kissed
Your eyes
With a falling leaf
Or a soft petal
And run my fingers
Through your hair
With the dancing breeze
And held your face
With the warmth
And the light
Of the setting sun

 

Photo by Štefan Kordoš