Spasmodic twilight
Searching the look of sun-rise:
My autumnal thoughts.
Within the lost realm
Of a blurred dying sun,
The ice unicorn.
Toward the within,
Fall into the labyrinth.
The serpent’s dead egg.
Stars weeping softly.
The cherry flower’s passage
To the hidden world.
The rain petal’s curse,
Their ephemeral blinking,
By nobody seen…
What remains to me?
The snow drowned blood’s thick river.
Only that from you…
The wind’s broken voice:
Whispers melting far away
Into un living.
The crane’s last fare well,
As bitterly shivering
As its nest’s agony.
The time’s untold sigh.
The years that pass, those to come…
A whirling river.
From nacreous fog,
The wind lost cherry flower’s
Eternal swept cry.
The lime flower’s sound
When flowing into chaos.
Forever lost youth.
Vibrating in me,
The summer’s broken lyre.
Why me, only me?
Deep written in me,
The ephemeral sand of
Immortality.