Somethings Will Never have Again

Flowing, floating, on the stream,

endless waltz, ending dream.

These teary, velvety, drops of pink,

afloat the surface as rosy ink.

Sunset taints it crimson red,

down the pathway, down it spread,

cherry blossoms of 15 days,

at the end wept different ways.

Surely they reborn the very next spring,

modestly clustered on limbs they cling.

Death finds Life and Life cheats Death, Amen--

But somethings will never have Again.