A Bright Day I made us lunch, as always.A Bright Day by ~Hyougen
Your favourite foods
and a little dessert.
I brewed a pot of tea
and did the dishes.
We breathed in the scent,
eucalyptus and ginger,
and watched the trees
outside, thin branches
bending and bowing
in the breeze.
I left the window open
to catch a drift of
the cool air of early spring.
Distant chirping
from the tree tops
sneaked in with it.
We settled down
for your customary
afternoon nap,
bundled up under blankets
in pale sunlight,
your head on my shoulder.
The first green buds
appeared today.
An errant bird
stopped by to sit
on the windowsill,
warmed by the air
we exchanged for fres
When It Dulls Crush the serpent's skullWhen It Dulls by ~Hyougen
and make a cradle
for the dust-light
seeds of the heart.
There is no one right way
to love
yourself or another -
just fragments of truth,
sharp-edged and frail.
One day
- will it be today? -
you will gouge out
my heavy heart,
pull it out
with hooks and needles
and in your delightful
ignorance, try and remove
the ache of life
with a bright purple
plastic butter knife.
| A Finnish university student with English as a major and French as a minor. Often preoccupied with more or less obscure things. Possessed of a profound love for all things tactile, hence may grope and likes to cuddle. Not shy but occasionally a bit dense. Thinks things through slowly: expect results in no less than two weeks. |
Sta.sh
