Hotaru no Saiden

And I saw the moon. A glowing scythe suspended in an inky sea, Drooping low on the horizon. Soon it would make its final descent and be no more. And I am back where I started. Glorious, painful circles. Another year forward. I thought it would be well. Such trickery. I must never assume the best. Never assume it is finally past. Never assume things to be happy and well. I’ve been far too naïve. Naïve and trusting. And hopeful. Such deceit. I wish for the snow. The ice. Turn back time for me. I would readily return to the pain of my first loss, Than be now consumed in this one. I would wish for support of that one loving person. The phone calls. The late nights. The endearing and caring endeavors once given. The early mornings. The support. The trust. The love. The eagerness. The desire to be. And to be together. The passion. The triumph. The vigor. The energy. Falling asleep. Waking up. Breathing. Dreaming. One swift flick of the wrist, And far too many losses… Have reduced another heart to ash. I remember the understanding. How he knew what a heart was like to be crushed. How he began to feel again. The thaw I caused to bring life again. Stumble and fall. Become unfeeling. Numb. And… Always changing.

- Posted by Kitsu, 11:58 PM

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archives	Tuesday, February 24, 2004 And I saw the moon. A glowing scythe suspended in an inky sea, Drooping low on the horizon. Soon it would make its final descent and be no more. And I am back where I started. Glorious, painful circles. Another year forward. I thought it would be well. Such trickery. I must never assume the best. Never assume it is finally past. Never assume things to be happy and well. I’ve been far too naïve. Naïve and trusting. And hopeful. Such deceit. I wish for the snow. The ice. Turn back time for me. I would readily return to the pain of my first loss, Than be now consumed in this one. I would wish for support of that one loving person. The phone calls. The late nights. The endearing and caring endeavors once given. The early mornings. The support. The trust. The love. The eagerness. The desire to be. And to be together. The passion. The triumph. The vigor. The energy. Falling asleep. Waking up. Breathing. Dreaming. One swift flick of the wrist, And far too many losses… Have reduced another heart to ash. I remember the understanding. How he knew what a heart was like to be crushed. How he began to feel again. The thaw I caused to bring life again. Stumble and fall. Become unfeeling. Numb. And… Always changing. - Posted by Kitsu, 11:58 PM	ColonPipe Hyper Buddha Gorgissum Haiku Knock on the >>Sky Ebbles Miniatures