The moon reflecting in my cheeks
And a dancing lord on my back
Is this a sky already lost to me?
Or a long-awaited dawn?
On the fingertips that bring blushes even to the wind
Thinking to myself, never mind
As red locusts fell to earth
A day when travelers enter the sky
A day when butterflies cross the oceans
Also a day when your eyelashes
Gazed on sin and grew moist
Fifty-eight years of patching and darning
Real places can never
Become songs... Rain and hail
In an abode of deep snowfall
Dreaming of neon flowers
A parasol on a day long ago
An image of you twirling a parasol
If you'd said let's meet again some day
How about today? How about right now?
Blue vanishing into the Kara Bran