The sun is closing its eyes.
Where the birds are flying home,
The sky is migrating to Tokyo.
...
Blue skies no more.
Let the black spoon divide the ice cream,
And fill your eyes with a double scoop.
Meteor's cry in layers,
As the stars drink the light we seek.
The wind calls for enmity,
As the dead-man begins to surface around his wonderland.
Where the children pray for a new sun inside themselves,
And the withered pray for a doll to hold on to.
...
Sweet Moon,
Open your third eye to the world.
In crescent,
Or in full.
Let the buried sugar solidify your existence.
Tell the fireflies that it's time to search for blessings,
And let them fly on your porch.
YOU ARE READING
Haruka Toku Ni
PoetryThis poetry collection is dedicated towards those who're going through internal hardships. When the feelings of wanting to depart grow too strong. If you wish to bathe in serenity, this is for you.
