Tokyo, Japan ( Hinokicho Park and Roppongi )

Sequel to "Tokyo, Japan" poem.

Sitting on the grass under stars.
I cackle at first.
Natives so timid but they wonder

guided by their own caution as they ponder.

My absent-minded laughs reach the apex of tree tops, 

it nests there and it chirps the melody of many hearts.

I have returned home, the unknown son but never forgotten.
The night city-buzz whispers.

The soul of city streams through all the lanes and around all the corners, 

I`m pulled in to join the spirit of time.

Fused with future, present and past

gifted with the feeling of tamed freedom that`s forever to last ...