Swans in the ocean
gracefully gliding as one...
Garden willow trees
dance with visiting fairies...
Imprinted markings
soil, meshed and motionless roots...
Two moons ago,
the sun began to rise...
the thrill of meeting;
you thunder through my mountain...
A mighty sword of steel
swashed on air...
I can smell the rain.
I can feel it on my skin...
Tonight moon was
gliding like a swan...
--
through a million prisms...
Radiating through violet shadows
resplendent rays of moonlit charm...
Faint forests ablaze
dripping blood, red and yellow...
Not the salt.
The water hurts...