destination: unspecified
amidst the possibilities
i'll love you a kyoto
day in polaroids;
drag you by the hand
down the cherry
blossom lane,
and take you to see
the mirror lake
resting upon the
bright green grass.
we'll arrange the red
daruma dolls around
it enough to make
everything shift
into a clear blue sky.
we'll plant our
memories on the
quiet waters
surrounding the
pagoda built on
unspoken
understandings
that we exhale
over afternoon tea,
the memories will
grow into a garden
of origami lilies and
origami dragons
floating just above
the still, clear waters
and later we'll walk
across the lake to visit
the stone statues on
the middle of it; they
seem to slowly breathe
life onto the colorful
omamori charms we
would sew together
and put at their feet
every time we visit
within the course
of time.
and as we walk back
to the pagoda, the
ripples of our
footsteps on the
water will write our
existence as beliefs
across the entire lake,
and the conversations
we have will be spun
into breaths that
the watercolor herons
flying above us would
intake
the sky is clear today,
by the lake down
cherry blossom lane.
in the afternoon we'll
fold a thousand
origami paper cranes
and watch them catch
the falling cherry
blossom petals and
bring them back to
their trees
and weave tatami
mats so that we can be
closer to the koi fish
swimming in the sky
painting our memories
and possibilities in
calligraphy---
and always and always
will i drag you by the
hand down the cherry
blossom lane, and
arrange the red daruma
dolls enough for
everything to shift into
a clear blue sky, and wait
for the herons to take
flight with you, and stay
lying on the bright green
grass to watch them
beside you when they do
and always and always
will i tend to each
memory, growing
around the pagoda
we built over time,
and sew colorful silk
charms to give to the
stone statues in the
middle of the lake,
who slowly breathes
each of them to life
and always and
always, remember
will i love you,
a kyoto day in
polaroids.
to yanderechuu , happy birthday, darling♡
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