Where the brides howl for vultures,
To eat the veins that she bleeds...
The ravenous wind will swoop her legs,
And carry her to another shadow...
Under the oak that grows poison.
...
Tell her eyes,
That the clouds will hide them.
Tell her body,
That the garden will sing for it.
Tell her life,
That the strings will make new amends.
...
As the tree withers in flames,
The seeds will make it grow again.
The shadow's born from each sun,
Will never lie in the evening.
As their mouths are covered in leafs.
And when the tongue licks hatred,
The teeth will fall one by one...
Until the lips become a burial curtain.
...
Sadness and Sorrow...
Borrowed from each other.
When the boat waves goodbye,
The water will not sing another note.
Instead, you will hear the fog.
As it covers what has been lost.
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.
