A shooting star arrives this night
As dancers fill the floor;
Its luminescence pure and bright,
The type one can’t ignore.
It comes to rest upon a tree
To take a twinkling break;
Where did it land, where could it be,
Which branches should you shake?
When bathed within its golden glow,
The darkness cast away,
You stretch to reach it from below,
To snare this stellar stray.
So seize the star and take it home
Then hang it where you dine;
So that each day in coming gloam
Its radiance can shine.
When summertime comes, Sun gods reign supreme,
We cheerfully play Cherry Blossom Blues;
With sandcastle dreams, quick melting ice cream,
Our memories adrift on a palm tree cruise.
When autumn arrives, Satan comes to town,
We mournfully hum Cherry Blossom Blues;
As stranger things roam, our world’s upside down,
The devil collects long-forgotten dues.
Midwinter, midnight, Santa’s gifts arrive,
The jingles disguise Cherry Blossom Blues;
Hearth-warming inside, our fires still alive,
What’s already lost we cannot now lose.
Fleeting rhapsody, spring’s flirtatious wink,
Bittersweet and sour, bluenote days in pink.