The blossoms of the pink cherry tree
fall with a calmness through the air,
landing prettily on your coiled form,
this one on your rose red cheek
as you breathe with the universe.
Lying in prayer like an ammonite,
waiting for me to straighten you out,
and I am here, my sweetheart.
Coil no more, reach for the sky with me
and graze the great blue ocean
dangling above our beautiful heads.