I seem bound to sleep
in this village tonight:
led astray by falling
blossoms, I've forgotten
my way home.
This poem really seems to illustrate how both figuratively and, in this case, literally, a person viewing a sight such as cherry blossoms may get lost in them. The speaker feels if they are bound to this village with cherry blossoms, and may have perhaps forgotten their way home on purpose so that they might spend time in a town surrounded by this important figure of beauty. In reading this, I picture someone with their head literally up in the clouds, staring at the falling petals and cloud like branches, wandering about to fully take in the sight. The blossoms here literally lead the speaker away, showing their importance with how strong of a bond they have over them.
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As beautiful as this sounds, I can't help but wonder now if this sort of admiration was what people back then used to call ADD. I kid of course, but I really do like this poem. Your interpretation of it got me thinking about human weakness, as well. Will any of us ever reach a point in which our willpower will give way when faced with something we find desirable? I guess only time can tell.
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