End of a Dream
C-sharp minor
plays through the eaves
of this house
wind-cold emptiness, the ambient noise
of destruction
where laughter once lived.
Shoji, last opened
to plum-blossom whispers
now lachrymose with silent
half-life
a bird singing
for no-one.
xxx
3/11 – The Japan Times
Image via http://www.sxc.hu
Across this hopscotch land
strange days stretch out to sea,
where ancient forests stood,
now ails a lone pine tree,
spared from an Act of God,
not so children as they flee –
they are turned to ghosts
by what god, pray tell me?
C-sharp minor
plays through the eaves
of this house,
wind-cold emptiness, the ambient noise
of destruction
where laughter once lived,
Shoji, last opened to plum-blossom whispers,
now lachrymose with silent
half-life,
a bird singing for
no-one
