Sunday, April 19, 2009

Komori Uta

Innocent Child
Lying deep within,
'Tis time to rest your head for the morn.
Aren't you?
From adventures of today;
For through your eyes
The world is but wondrous.

You hesitate as
Those peepers gently
Shut off all the world has to see;
You're daunted,
Aren't you?
By problems you dare not speak.
I do not assume
You're too small to understand.
If you don't let me see
Beyond those wide eyes, luminous,
Bright with the carefree
Manner you assume,
I will not mind,

I will always carress you,
My baby, little one,
Without need or reason;
I will watch over.

Even when I'm gone;
Even when I die,
From the clouds I will watch you;
Never to be alone.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Tale of Sakura

History unfolding
Before my eyes;
Such hope and wonder unbridled,
Two souls, two beings, you and me,
Under the pale pink sakura tree.

A tune floats around my refreshed, soaring soul;
Despair and anguish repressed, do not woe.
I, a child seething
With deploration no more
Because we are here
Beneath the blossoms' ardor.

Quietly singing,
Relishing our short lives,
Remember how it used to be
Monotonous straining,
The pattern repeating;
Monotonous draining
From the strife?
But no,
No more!
The Earth and hearts have warmed.
And that
Has changed

It is

The earth keeps a-spinning,
The pages keep turning,
And all of a sudden it's
Lessened the mourning;
Even if it's still there,
Beneath the tough grin, the smile,
Move on,
Young one,
Disembark from the past.

And the people keep morphing;
Mindsets change, they're transforming
Into something
Or something

And those who mature,
The astounding lot!
"It's okay now,"
The sun
Soaks Earth's dwellers
With comfort.

Beneath the branches
Of a cherry blossom tree,
Two amounts to more,
Everyone and me.

Even if
My Dearest lies deceased,
New found companions
Assuage me.
Here, below arbors,
And nourishing skies
Nothing turns to something
As winter subsides.

Who knows what
Tomorrow will hold?
For the fist time
Since this time last year,
When the sakura
Give us life.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Seeing Fate

When the Earth completes
It's roving journey
Across worlds and wonders
Of awe-striking grandeur,
Then it will be
The last day.
In our jointed universe.

Always walking
With one hand tied
And the other holding yours,
There is no time!
As it tick, tick, ticks,
To prolong our fears;
To mull over worries.

I believe,
That even if
The pattern weaves
It's way through eternity,
We will meet again;
Some way, some how,
History will unravel
Threads of scarlet and and gold.

Wise Mother Earth
Has been witness to
All ambiances of lives past and to come.
She has perceived it all...
How will the world be
When we next collide?

My regrets,
My offenses,
It is time to let go
And embrace you warmer
With both arms free.
For there is everlasting,
At least in our dreams,
As time winds
On and on
With threads of scarlet and gold.
Your Eternally Pondering Dear,

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Minna-san, Minna-san

It means "Mr./Ms. Everyone, Mr./Ms. Everyone," in English. It's the name of this poem... for one of my best friends in the whole world. She makes me smile like no one else can, and bears the same name of someone who sent a similar laughter rippling through my body. Although I can't be with that one friend now... I have the lovely person I wrote this poem for. And I'm very, very grateful. XD

Minna-san, Minna-san,
Please halt your foolish bustling.
Let the clamor of life die away
And listen to my words.
Stop dead as you march through the snow
Blanketing the city streets;
"Blameless" elders and children alike,
Let the vapors of exhale be stilled.

Minna-san, Minna-san,
Please pry open your eyes,
For here standing next to me
Is a miracle amazing.
In your short, arduous lives
You have never come to grasp
Such divinity and such beauty
I shall teach you to notice.

Minna-san, Minna-san,
How pointless is a life!
Existence is but trying, misersable, hard
Without someone to guide you.
I am not a hapless fool for
I have a shimmering angel!
A friend to guide me
Through the shadows
Of evil and darkness outreaching.
She came to me
In the twilight,
Just as dark spirits began to arise;
She took my hand and gave me
What I thought I had cast away.

In a moment of foolishness, Minna-san,
All can instantly be lost.
But as you go about living,
You must open your hearts to the warmness.
Even though it gets tough sometimes
And uncertainty fails the dawn,
Breathe me and my savior in,
When you're in the darkness.

Breathe in the essence of joy, Minna-san,
And dull will give way to the brilliance.
Love ya, Lizzy,