The light hits the vase for the will to possess
The treacherous cure of the powerless
Hiding the marks of an unconscious cloth
Built in each and every home
That was filled with sorrow
Abuse, harm, narcissusses
Now comes the time
Of a return
Where the cross
In our names
Finds the centre
Over the pillars
A bright explosion
And swirling from above
Little whispers
Of a snake and a dove
Playing in unison
Can you hear
The call of love
Back home
I picked up years of blooms
My earthly clouds
A semblance of breath
Weakened on the axis
Suffocates
Roses, irises
Ride the waves and slowly fade
Next: 2. The fall
©2018-Shoko Tsuji