Cherry Blossom samurai,
Sleeping by the river side,
Petals and leaves, just as his dreams,
Join the flow as down they glide.
Out of sight, but deep in mind,
Into dusk and out of time,
Spiral-bodied dragon flys,
And silhouettes the moon sublime.
Following the celestial beast, which now awaits a mortal feast,
The poet’s journey has been resumed, just in time to be consumed.
And as breath of fire turns to smoke, without withstanding words he spoke,
The dragon’s flint throat echoes fade, throughout halls of relic jade.
From the ash of fiery breath,
Man and serpent rise again
In the tales of life and death,
Intertwining now with then.
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