I wonder if you could tell me What you saw in my eyes on day one The day we met had a warm summer breeze But what did you see under our setting sun?
I ponder until my sky has darkened What you heard that you didn’t want to let go of The night we sat in Aya with our eyes widened But what did you hear through the music of love?
I squander my imagination out of reach What you could’ve felt on our last embrace Over the clouds, mourning mountains and seas But what did you feel about the memories we couldn’t erase?
I surrender my thoughts and dream from yesteryear What stopped us from erupting every single day? Through our implosions, we’ve turned igneous and seared But what good are we if we can’t make it through today?
I wonder, if the quiet and serene Aogashima were to break her silence from 1785 and throw her heat out, how would it appear? This poem is based on one of my repressed emotions that I felt was connecting with the peaceful yet secretly building Aogashima.
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