Lay me on a distant land,
where groves bear fruits of the sun,
and the heavens whisper words,
sweet as the morning’s dew.
Lay me while the waters scurry.
Let it tickle my weary hand
as I play with it,
like strings of a guitar.
Lay me as If I was a feather,
falling from an angel’s wing.
Slowly taking down,
Then resting on earth’s arms.
Let me lay on the paradise,
My illusions created.
For reality seems so foreign.
So please console me,
and lay me down.
- Rasui Akira
written on March 3, 2007 - 8:30 AM
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