~
Hark!
He knocks.
Time, it's time,
the Kuroi Jukai within me.
Finding an unordinary
drifting off to sleep point,
a hollowed-out spot,
where I can let
God dream for me.
Whistles in the wind,
in lullaby the sky and sea
seem to trade places,
bending around me
as vertical blanketed surges.
My carcass is a colonization (of bones)
for my dearly departed ones,
forbearers of migration,
seeking endless sea,
until like them,
I settle upon
their ancestral shore.
~
Kuroi Jukai (Japanese, translated as Black Sea of Trees)