Preview edition — Poet of Blossom is still in progress. The poem is as it appears in the video; the commentary is a working draft.
I recall a nightfall, to a time we held hands and gazed at stars so blue
But now came a sad call to see you gone and I was left fazed and alone so true
Once we wished upon stars together and drew shapes of smiling moon
But now you are miles away with family and never heard from you soon
Some friends told me to stay away from you in the past that our twinkling love won't last
Were they wrong? I can't tell, for my hope to see you rings in my ear like a song
Memory of one serene night lit my eyes as I drew you when glowing stars shone in a scene
Some people thought we were lazing in our little peace as chaos in town was blazing
As an artist, I painted you as we were stargazing and you looked amazing
I will mail this paint to you wherever you are and wish you a safe return without fail
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Commentary
This poem is a wistful reflection on a love that has drifted apart, told through memories of nights spent under the stars. It moves from loss and doubt to the quiet hope that a painted keepsake might carry the speaker’s love back to the one they miss.
The speaker recalls a nightfall when the two held hands and “gazed at stars so blue,” then contrasts it with “a sad call” that left the speaker “fazed and alone.” They once wished upon stars together and drew shapes of a “smiling moon,” but now the beloved is “miles away with family,” and the speaker has not heard from them.
Friends once warned the speaker to stay away, saying “our twinkling love won’t last.” The speaker asks, “Were they wrong?” and cannot tell, yet the hope of seeing the beloved again “rings in my ear like a song.”
Turning to a happier memory of one serene night, the speaker, an artist, painted the beloved while they stargazed. Others thought them idle, “lazing in our little peace,” while “chaos in town was blazing.” The poem ends with the resolve to mail the painting to the beloved, wherever they are, with a wish for “a safe return.”