A Morning Of The Winter Version

The storekeeper arrives.

In this silence of warm crystal morning

A key unlocks a store door

Struggling through everything absolutely frozen

With only a small sound of cling.

When the door is flung opened

There’s a sound of the bells.

That is how the awe of last night

Is shattered into pieces of light.

And then I see another world of

What was tomorrow of yesterday.

The unmoving air

Make trees stay even darker.

Birds constantly sing,

But without flapping their wings.

In this vacuumed atmosphere

The sun rays penetrate through every sound molecule

And glorify the gleam to the new extremes.

And then I stay silent;

I do not wish to shatter further

The already cracked moment.

With a blow of a breath

I could make a butterfly fly.

I let the touch of my finger tip

Wake the dormant leaf.

Another Night

The night bears the silence

The night outshines the city lights.

The lyric flows

The past sinks deep into my heart

The past self has turned out to be false.

People party at night

I sense silence out of the bundle of noise.

Among the infinite space of silence

I try to look for a torch

And then a wall to touch.

When there is a touch of liquid on my hands

I was never quite sure what it was.

Could it be tears?

Tears from myself?

Or tears from the above?

The night always raises questions.

The night is always colder.

When I found a torch

I expected something warm.

Instead, I am lowered by the coldest truth.

A wall was only at the end of it.

I did manage to touch it.

Tonight is another night after another.

Tomorrow will be another night after this night.

The night gradually swallows up everything,

But the whiteness of snow.

Snow falls upon me,

I fall

Into another night.

Blind, Blind Not

The mass of that light I see

Rather light or grave,

That is not exactly a matter to me.

In the infinite darkness

I could make a use of it -

It becomes a very delightful thing, in that case.

Oh, man, you see the inside

Of her topless naked body.

You are striving to see

And be pleased to see it

And be thanking god for giving you the sight.

But, no.

You don’t even have the light I’d have used

In the infinite darkness of the fearing echos.

Is it so simple to come across

The one thing your wife should have told you.

Humans are too stupid to remember

Anything they heard what not to do.

But see that shameless blind.

His hands always searching for the right path;

Trying harder than any of the blessed who can see

That is how he lives a life.

Away from the world’s sins.

That one dreadful stick,

One onerous cry of a prostitute,

An early smoke from a funeral place.

He touches by and walks through.

I gather my hands for a prayer.

Mother, Mother

Mother, mother

I am in this world and you see me.

Mother, mother

I wonder when my heart beats

Does the world care about it.

Mother, mother

I have tried making friends, making lovers,

Making out, making for my living.

All I got back from my makings

Was that nothing was as warm as you.

Mother, mother

I cry to you tonight

Because all I ever – all I ever really – gave you

Was nothing but complaints,

Nothing but sorrows.

Mother, mother

I cry to myself tonight

Because all I ever – all I ever really – tried

Was nothing but going against your words,

Nothing but crying out for the wrong loves.

Mother, mother

I have finally seen

The bitter that you never let me taste.

All you ever wanted me to know

Was what was sweet, what was best.

All I ever tried to give you

Was what was hurtful, what was worriful.

One thing I made for you, the sac,

Could never pay back for your creations

I know, I know.

Nevertheless, you would still give me

My life, my well being, my wealth, my senses.

Mother, mother

I would like to give you a hug

If it is not too belated to do so.

Mother, mother

I would like to take the sac back

Because I know it’s been all too onerous for you.