Spring and summer, they come and go.
Then it’s the hell that waits for me below.
An arm? A leg? Which part is scheduled for torture?
Fair Demeter, where are you? Are you truly my mother?
The pomegranate seeds were bitter pills.
Supposedly something that would cure my ills.
But there’s a side effect for every cure,
and I know now I cannot endure
the months-long torture of a winter in hell.
And my future fate no seer can tell.

I enjoy these brief respites.
I live now for my pleasant visits
to sunny days and strawberries;
away from my torment, the dogs and ferries.

~
Silver water
flowing out from under
moon-less-ness

Beautiful daughter of the stars
dancing in eclipse, remembering
the season of the sun

And how her
calculating love survived
its long hibernation
~

It all looks lazy from underneath the parasol
the sun with no energy to chase the clouds
seagulls slouching on railings
the trolley-bus makes quite a fuss but even that
is good-natured,

if all is well then something's wrong
I learnt this long ago.

there must be a hurricane bringing in rain
or a typhoon hitting land soon
there might be an earthquake when
everything ends,

the moon and I are old friends
she
always calms me down.

And I'd fold each shining point
into an origami castle
fit for a queen, fit for you
and perhaps... me too

I, a majestic creature of the sky
You, an empty-faced child on a quilt
Look, look, at what I built

I'll use each star as a stepping stone
to meet you in this world
so you don't have to be alone
and I don't have to feel like I am

Place your hands on these walls.. can you feel my love?
Stand on your balcony, stare at the sky up above
My gentle playmate, is this better than the empty world you knew?
Look around at your origami castle, I made it for you