If Only...

Feeling the breath of dark, touch my soul with a scent of Wisteria. With lonely sounds, if only... Whispering still, how quiet the water of silence in the arbor. Blushing the color of the wine. With naked bones, weeping. "Don't walk away." Touched by the thorn, torn from my heart. Steeping the leaves of the green tea, for whom the twilight calls. Beneath the nave of autumn's fall and the shadows in the ivy with the strings of a cello. It's my, "Hi-ho, the derry-o! and this is where I dance. If only...