Five centimeters per second

I'am.

Confined there,

where I truly am.

my soul,

my prison,

akin to the gray-walled corridors of midnight halls.

There I roam,

chasing shadows cast 

by the dazzle of the linoleum glow,

To no avail.

But with every step, 

through those eyes with which we truly look upon the world, 

I feel the gentle breeze of spring against my skin. 

Yes there, too,

I'am, 

beneath the pale blue of a summer day, 

I often watch cherry blossoms fall, 

and fall, 

and fall. 

Five centimeters per second,

they fall.

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

Modern man can be careless with our only true treasure our soul. For who are we but a spirit and soul wrapped in a ribbon.
When we see life thru the eyes of our being the beauty of life blooms and the blossoms of Spring are everywhere.

[M. L. F.]

I'am.
Confined there,
where I truly am.
my soul,
my prison,
akin to the gray-walled corridors of midnight halls.
There I roam,
chasing shadows cast
by the dazzle of the linoleum glow,

The stanza's above are highly visual and stunning. The entire piece is powerful yet gently stated. Very good work here.. Some talent indeed...
..Misty

[Asante]

This is aurally beautiful. You depict strong images with this one, brother. Not to mention you titled it after, perhaps, my favorite animated movie: Five Centimeters Per Second -- a classic.

Awesome work!

[Deco]

Nice to hear u found it pleasing to hear, brother. And yes, it is titled after the classic although the message is quite different. This one is simply about optimism. Thanks for the review.

[Asante]

That's the message that I got from it, too. The title intrigued me from the onset. My pleasure, brother. Thanks for sharing.