Underneath the cherry blossoms.
We softly sway.
A quiet music in our feet.
The wind is whispering.
Carrying our small words away.
Leaving only the feeling.
A soft guitar, a violin.
They find each other.
Like our two shadows on the ground.
For just this moment,
I can feel your heartbeat.
Next to mine.
The city sleeps down there.
A quiet, humming sound.
Up here, only us.
The smell is so sweet.
Like sugar and spring air.
A secret promise from the trees.
Your hand touches my hand.
A small electric surprise.
In all this quiet, we are safe.
I remember our laughter.
It hangs in the air now.
A friendly ghost.
No one is like you.
The stars are blinking.
Keeping time with my guitar.
In this blue twilight time,
everything is…
right.
The shadows get long and dark.
Our secret grows bigger.
It fits in the space between us.
The moon is watching.
But she is kind.
She makes the fallen petals shine.
I want to put this in a box.
To keep in my mind.
A perfect, quiet gift.