light of heaven
illuminate the moon
cold dew
like silver droplets
on a windowsill
chrysanthemums bloom
light of heaven
illuminate the moon
cold dew
like silver droplets
on a windowsill
chrysanthemums bloom
when the night is quiet
and the world is in dreams
across the starry mantle
one’s light like candles
flickers upon the thoughts of man
tears fall
for one is crying
on the inside
as one cries
tears of joy
release emotions
remember to cry
for the departed
liberating stored memories
forgive yourself
because suffering
is one’s way of surviving
There is a statue
by the foot of Neptune
of a man/woman
who challenged the sea
but the moment
the sea touched him/her
she/he became
immortalised
by those they chose to destroy
the past remains
to preserve the present
their armies rest
while we toil
because if the outcome reversed
then we would be the ones
marching to our death
and they would be the ones
to meet us
one final destination
an Island
only the dead know the way
but the living wish to visit
so that they can see
the final resting place
of their ancestors
and pay respect
but when they set sail
they found they could not return
because they too
had already paid their debt
Here once stood a temple
the columns are all that remain
of an idea
that changes
the more people see it
and when they invade your dreams
to control your future
all you can see
is the ruins
of your past
they came
to consume each other
and their form took shape
to reveal their true intentions
turning to face me
had fear not been my ally
their gaze
would have consumed me
when they move
through the scorching sun
to catch a prey
that cannot see them
because they make no noise
and cast no shadow
woven in
to their web of sin
a string of hope
that leads
to them