The old man merely gazed off into the distance ( Read more... )

For ancient trees weeping once a year ( Read more... )

Peace is the gift of what nobody sees,
A product of places where nobody goes,
Unlocked by a secret that nobody knows.
Love is a wind through invisible trees,
Arising from old, unresolved melodies.

Ah, it's time of the year already? I was so afraid that I was about to not look at it all toagether... but seeing that Kyouraku-sama won't read it and ( Read more... )

Forever is a metaphor for now,
Imagining the moment shorn of motion,
Finding its analogy in how
The sense of self is separate from the notion.
Years erode us more than we allow.

Fear not, for in poetry is truth.
Our place among the gods remains assured.
Upon the rock of beauty lies the proof
Regarding what of wonder has endured.My what a lovely ( Read more... )