No one can stand the way

The full moon in May

Lights up Big Creek.

Blossoms have fallen and float

On the shining water.

They twirl along and eddy up

By the rocks 

To dance together in the moonlight.

And if some passerby happens to look

Over and see them and all their magic,

He will fall to his knees

In rapt broken-hearted worship

And adulation,

And the face of his TrueLove

Will appear in his mind's eye,

And he will never worry again.

-jenn