#3 Past the Sakura

            It is a new spring—

With my lover, I retrace

            The path you trod

            To that last reunion

            To the final healing

            Of weary wanderer

            And patient wife          

            Through dancing petals

            I still see your shapes

            His head upon your lap

            Your cheek upon his

            Locked in an embrace

            Even death cannot sunder

            The war ended here.

            Bless us, father,

Bless us, mother,

May your love

            Your happiness

Your peace

            Be ours as well.