The sky cries
Lucid tears
A gentle sigh
Upon the breeze
A chill within
Springtimes tears
What has passed
Will always be.
The lanterns light
Faint and distant
A path that leads
Two ways
Well worn
From yesterdays
Footsteps
Secrets recreate.
In dreamlike
Superstition
Eyes focus
Tender sweet
The falling mist
Obscures
Strangers passing
Upon this street.