A heart ever-growing, accepting, loving
A soul ever-glowing, revering, endearing
A multitude of folds, a gathering of creases
under your direction, a character undresses

Romeo, you made a number of oritsuru
Romeo, my friend, you were an oritsuru, too
You are now a Hikari no tenshi, fly high
Have a great journey, rest in peace, goodbye!

I am healing like a dehydrated hydrangea
My skin is blotted with tints of sepia
My limbs are branches of a willow tree
A stone is warmer than me, more free

A straight line holding the water
Stopping it from spilling
Strands of endless laces
Shades of blue shimmering.

Behind the line lies an island
With the giants, Ben and Eye, to see
A palace without a real king
With a queen and queens-to-be.

Roaring rotating wings of a robot dragonfly
Yellow with blue stripes up about 10 feet high
Sun worshippers raise their phones to shoot
That the patient survives is moot.

Refreshing breeze blowing from sea, soothing my skin, relaxing my brain
Soft fine soaked sand accepting my steps, caressing my feet, giving in
Blankets of barnacles whispering stories, as I squeeze through water breaker poles
This same walk, others have taken, from different places, of different colors, blessed souls.