It was the art that caught my eye
middlemist rose, I vow before you
petals escape inwards and out,
when she's not aware
an aroma falling
evaded by Japan's empress instinct
of gentle petals flying
named by the touch of their prayer, calling us
the aroma floats
upon the flower of my vein, your breath is to blossom
flow to the sacrificial waters
refuge to thy lord