Spirits in the Cherry Blossom Trees

Beneath the moon’s pale gaze,
Cherry blossoms shiver in the wind — 
While fairy spirits sleep quietly
Between the soft petals
Creating a gentle flow of time.

Their laughter can be heard
Even within the cold
Autumn breeze.

Whispers of ancient words,
That carry a heavy scent
Of a forbidden spell
Captivating and haunting
hearts both young and old.

They shimmer in dusk’s fleeting light,
Calling forth ancestral dreams,
Bringing you in a trance
While brushing your trembling cheeks
That by now have lost
All their color
with a ghostly fright.

They swiftly dance away.
Bounding spirits, soft and rare,
Dizzy humans
Bewitched by magic in the air,
Led by little fairies
In a quiet phantom dance.

Yet those who trespass
Under cherry blossom trees,
Hear singing, dark and wild— 
Haunted not by what they see 
But what slips inside their being —
A haunted child
Who old tales folk still call
As changeling.

So every spring the blossoms bloom,
Unfolding secrets ancient and never told,

Fairy spirits drift through branches — 
Like haunted dreams,
Cause they never really sleep
For the ones that
Came invited but not by them

And knowing that
You will never
Find peace…