The Maiko by Mike Williams 01/24/2016 @ 3:55 P.M.

She paints her face to hide her truth, 
Watch her float and glide. 
Wrapped in a silken kimono of jasmine scent, 
With a parasol at her side. 

Cherry blossoms dangle delicate her crown, 
Her hair combed up high. 
She crosses the moon bridge as a cloud, 
Between the earth and sky. 

Playing her shamisen by night and sings, 
Envious the little nightengale. 
Hypnotic fans dance elegantly light as air,
The Maiko tells her tale.