In the darkness I have seen tiny suns
Fitted into my palms, cloaked by some mysterious fear
My palms like guns, blowing hot and cold carbon into the air
Told to weep, and rebuild
I was told to grab dirt from loose roots, isn’t that cute….
Whilst burnt flesh, and rubber bodies float about….cry and ignore the truth
How would you stand by my side, when you’ve given up on the souls whilom with life
The darkness at times, is brightest in the light-
Keep candles in palms, and hope in your cornea.
Then I’ll take the little love we have left, and turn that into strength
At least enough to keep my chin above watery woes…..
My face once long as the day, now- the soul is gay, while I say Good Morning, on the other side of the world, it’s Oyasumi nasai
Goodnight, and sweet dreams- be safe…and remember, all is possible
through hope- you can.
Goshinpai naku Japan.