the fall of sakuras

witnessing the fall of sakuras
is waiting for love to go
beyond love.

 

love is but a distance,
from the tree, the flowers
plunge into the abyss
like my heart into yours.

 

the pink petals, one by one,
descend in the rhythm of
the wind as the sunlight
draws its lines, painting
radiance.

 

this winter I embrace
maidenhood with a smile,
I am afraid the sakuras
will soon wither.

Mornings and Mournings

The soul of loneliness envelops our mornings

That we fill it with our own solitude,

The loneliness of soul envelops our mournings.

 

We seek the pulse of thunders and lightnings

In the vast universe filled with gratitude,

The soul of loneliness envelops our mornings.

 

The wind commiserates with the fledglings

Along with the elders in their fortitude,

The loneliness of soul envelops our mournings.

 

When the being abandoned its belongings,

Our world is divided into a multitude;

The soul of loneliness envelops our mornings.

 

Witnessing the flapping of full-pledged wings

Of our dreams that are bare and nude,

The loneliness of soul envelops our mournings.

 

Sorrow travels in our veins and brings

The art of pain as pain in art already queued;

The soul of loneliness envelops our mornings,

The loneliness of soul envelops our mournings.

 

 

First published in Penny Ante Feud 14