On Japan
Once, I traveled as far as to Japan,
climbed the temple’s staircase,
looked down the dawdling stream;
cherry blossoms aloof on the surface
The night was serene, the breeze chilly,
the hush was the music of absence
because the heaven was sparkly
yet the Moon had only a hidden radiance.
The first rose has long withered
a gift that never parted to her den,
my journey to here was encumbered
as you galloped tiny as a quiet wren.
It is in this woody petite bridge
I can fetch your shadowy eyes
when the shinning host resurges
banning your silhouette with silver rays.
My reflex in the water is but a blur,
I am deluded by a giggling sound
that quickly faded to a murmur
like your footprints in the ground.
So long, I have to quietly utter
to discover I am held captive,
only in this bridge I find shelter
for the reverie I travel to revive.
The night is long and will not vanish
until the sun flocks his stellar peers;
I wake up, the illusion will perish
in Japan, the lonesome reality conquers.
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