Three japanese ladies

Three japanese ladies perched on a bonzai tree

peeping like  charming educated birds 

in a conventional tone ,neither too high ,nor too low,

with a touch of ceremonial silkiness ,and mischievous 

sweetness in their  eyes ...

Three japanese ladies on a day that was hesitant 

to choose its seasonal  dress, jasmin dream,

or haiku programmed on a celestial  koto ,

light musicality  floating on a tea  scent ...

Slim princesses delicately sipping 

two  infused  words in present time and early meiji era,

pleasant conversation exchanged  between  Tokyo

and a quiet  Brussels bar or somewhere else in the imaginary...

As if animated by a secret code,they all laughted at the same time,

fell silent and smiled  like the mysterious ballet of bees 

in the summer  ritualized  rustle ...

My soul was penetrated by the meaning of their secret foraging ,

losing itself  in  captivating sounds  and bewitching music,

 ancient entity  reincarnated ...

Three japanese ladies like migrating swallows

inviting us to travel  ?

Maybe that's what hapiness is all about ...