I WISH: I wish for people to enjoy this poem. I worked hard on it and it still kind of makes me proud. ^_^
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Lanterns burn over a path of snow,
all that is left of the light.
Shadows writhe dark in the red-orange glow,
paper-shaded flames, losing the fight.
The sun has long melted behind a row
of winter-bare cherry trees, branches white.
Dark moon, only stars risen hours ago,
Vega among them burning bright.
She needs to find him; needs to know,
and has come out searching on this night.
A thousand footprints in his wake,
too protean, his path concealed.
A thousand hems of cotton make
broad strokes across the field.
Remnants of the day remain
now lifeless, silent, hollow:
a kite, a pinwheel, a paper crane,
but nothing of him to follow.
A lonely bridge across the lane:
a place for abandoned lovers to wallow.
A cat howls from Inari's shrine,
almost a cry of mourning.
And lovers who laughed and danced and dined
have shut themselves in till the morning.
She would herself be so inclined
if not for the taste of warning.
She walks past the lanterns and finds one down,
a fallen sentinel in a row of light-guards,
fire-singed on its way to the ground,
torn edges still smoking, black and charred.
It hasn't been long since it came unwound
(was pulled by someone running through the yard,)
and it smolders dark, its fires drowned.
But it's that dark patch of red that catches her regard.
And now she can hear them crying with need,
the winged ones from beyond the veil.
Soon they will fly, and they will want to feed,
so she follows the still-wet trail:
drop after drop like red pomegranate seeds.