I frequently visit the empty shores,
That harbor occasional tranquility.
Within its bounds, I rest to take in,
All the peace that escaped me then.
I gaze at the unreachable,
While I witness the moon’s growing glory.
Dazzled by the light it shared,
With the darkness that approaches.
I clinch the earth beneath me,
As to feel its overflowing care.
Hoping that each grain I hold,
Will never depart my frail hands.
I long for the becoming of my hopes,
To be free from bitterness and cruelty.
And may the creeping tides wash away,
The anger and hate I planted within me.
Can you promise to not let me go?
Never let me fall prey to life’s anguish again.
May thy arms bring me comfort,
From sadness unimaginable.
- Rasui Akira
written on November 14, 2005 – 06:47 PM
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