(Part 02)

As the galaxy
of shining stars
danced along with
the moon;
the stars twinkled,
slapping their long
eyelashes
till they felt
the warmth in
the space
between.
The moon,
at his very best
tried to illuminate,
but his light never
escaped,
for he only
got reflected.
The stars realized
the fakeness of his
shine,
for they
left him alone
in the midst of the
grey clouds...

I see those greens i see those barks
All those trees all those leaves
Sitting on a bench i say
Its a heaven i wish to stay
I see a pond i see the swans
In this morning i wont yawn
The sun shines in its early rise
Basking in an eerie light
The roses are red the grass so green
Admiring this merry scene
I see the tulip and daisy
Every petal every bud
All dancing so happily
Oh those dews like pretty jewels
Oh those birds like a pirates' crew
Trees oh trees skies oh skies
Would you tell me the reason
I cant help but smile so wide
All this joy i cant hide
Lord oh Lord of heaven o'earth
The king of land The king of skies
Your majesty bless me more
My gratitude forevermore
Bless the skies bless the birds
All the trees All the leaves
All before you we would kneel
We would vow we would bow
Life has now spring and bloom
A ray of hope A ray of light
No despair of a falling knight
I see the ants i see the bees
I see those hives on every tree
Proving me i mustnt flee
From the pains and responsibilities
The night has come As time flees
But this canvas shall paint again
With those colors with those strokes
So let the colors spring and bloom
Let the skies be hues of blue
Spectrum of colors and panorama
Conceits of thrills ,an unending drama
Bless me in a rythem and see
A poem a song in a happy dream.
                      __tsuki no ume~

I once dreamt the mountain could speak—
it called me by every name I've forgotten,
braided moonlight into my throat,
and left dew behind my tongue
as proof I was ever kissed by something ancient.

Now, when I weep,
my tears birth a headwater stream.

It flowed in red
though the dream spun black and white
the green leaves formed my suit,
and the rolling stones my shoes
as if gravity led me—
and the valley summoned me home.

(Part 01)

As the dawn arrived,
the cold breeze
swept the
belt of
yellow sand
with her fragile
delicate fingertips,
till the sun
dipped low
and
melted into
the seas of tears,
for the moon
to take a
flight
into the skies
to have a ballet
with the
stars.