I try to find a heaven in my dreams,
some cloudy place where you are.How can it still be morning, when
I have been out here for so long?I am in a house I have come back to.
Something is missing or broken.Looking everywhere, looking everywhere,
I am caught in a thickness of fear.I make a nest in my hands of torn
cloth, and a bird settles into it.Snow falls from a bright sky, as if the moon
were shedding ashes of its own crisp light.I want to talk with you one more time.
If there was bitterness, it’s gone now.
Beautiful poem - beautiful picture! Nice!
Posted by: Monkey | 26 April 2004 at 01:33 AM
Lovely, simply lovely.
Posted by: yukino | 26 April 2004 at 04:35 PM
"I am caught in a thickness of fear."
SB, I like this line.
Posted by: Ivy | 28 April 2004 at 01:56 AM