As the unnamed flowers burn in the deep forest
And their crimson petals disappear into the sky,
We rear our kids at home
Wondering if they will die one afternoon
With their ears open to the summer blues.
And their crimson petals disappear into the sky,
We rear our kids at home
Wondering if they will die one afternoon
With their ears open to the summer blues.
A hot day to seek
that perfect ride
in the fair,
but since all are spread
within my head
I drag my younger self
that perfect ride
in the fair,
but since all are spread
within my head
I drag my younger self
This time, a brand-new darkness has made an appearance,
possessing a perturbing density, in such steady footing,
sheltering everything, even the visible things that were familiar
once, to all our appendages. She has transformed the known voices
which had, besides their own music, the sounds of imploding
possessing a perturbing density, in such steady footing,
sheltering everything, even the visible things that were familiar
once, to all our appendages. She has transformed the known voices
which had, besides their own music, the sounds of imploding
When I miss you in English
You are missing from me in French,
Like the last syllable of the free verse
That always eludes subconscious rhyming.
You are missing from me in French,
Like the last syllable of the free verse
That always eludes subconscious rhyming.
The house is unswept.
Never mind whoever comes
Bamboo leaves scraping the floor
My friends are of a different sort
If you see a fly
Do not lift your white hand, my love,
Never mind whoever comes
Bamboo leaves scraping the floor
My friends are of a different sort
If you see a fly
Do not lift your white hand, my love,