A Friend Arrives (友人が到着)

I was meandering,

through the infinite gardens

on a sunny day.

When who should arrive

as I took my photographs,

minding my business?

Mrs. Butterfly,

with her lazurian wings,

gently shimmering.

She landed near by,

on a stark blooming crimson,

resting from long flight.

We talked for a minute,

for what seemed like and hour.

No speech required.

A slight breeze picked up,

and she subtly explained,

how she must head out.

Her children waiting,

to take them to the flowers,

now that it is Spring.

So I saw her off,

waving as she fluttered by, 

heading to the sun.

I continued on,

strolling through the pleasant scents,

smiling forward.

So Lonely (そう孤独な)

It appears as if,

I live in a lonely world,

all by my lonesome.

Sitting in my room,

writing poetry like this.

Silent company.

I hear the voices,

through the heavy prison door.

Faces never seen.

All that can be done,

wonder if something is wrong.

Are these rumors true?

So what is it then,

that keeps me so far away,

from the rope or knife.

Do I tell myself,

that these things are real or not?

Who is it to say?

Should I contemplate

the lies behind the ending?

Keeping them away.

Alas, it is not so.

These feelings, temporary,

rumors always pass.

Someone is close by,

always there to turn the light,

to be your true friend.

To continue on,

through the dark door of sorrow,

to see the future.

Return from Peaceful Slumber (安眠からの復帰)

Celestialy,

soaring high to clouds above.

Always is the dream.

Friendly eyes greet me,

as I arrive on wings.

Certainly grand!

Seraphims stand guard

holding their sapphire spears,

wearing turquoise robes.

A silver dancer

takes me to my position.

Surrounded by hope.

Venus, Mercury,

names said so casually

in the open ari.

A diamond palace,

atop the heavenly hill,

awaits my return.

But why is it so,

as I near those golden gates,

I simply wake up?

Leaving to wonder,

why it is I have returned,

from peaceful slumber.

Solitary

Such a silent place,

where there is nothing around.

Only lifelessness.

Surrounded by stone.

Sentinels of timelessness,

these rounded markers.

A mist covered field,

full of shadowy figures,

but there is now speech.

Only the silence,

of those long past overdue.

Dreaming forever.

Lie in their caskets.

Time no longer immortal,

so here they stay.

In solitary,

I lay here and understand,

what all of it means.

Dark Reflection (暗い反射)

As I look at me,

in the hanging reflection,

I get so confused.

For I see these things,

that should  not be there at all.

It terrifies me!

These are like the horns,

that I see but do not feel.

So black and fearful.

And the glowing eyes,

evil and red in color,

as they stare on me.

A demon possessed

my mirror, may be the case,

but when, how and why?

Or it may perhaps,

just be the way that I look.

Do others see this?

So what is it that

causes such a disturbance,

in this silver sphere?

Perhaps we should all

look and see what is truly

in that dark mirror.