Midnight

Midnight

A Poem by Mizuki Tsukiakari

Spring.
Breeze; blow.
Leaves; flow.
Flower shoots, sun shine, to and from
The spacious lonely sky.
Cherry tree.
A heart empty.
Petals plucked.
Love stuck.
Flower shoots, sun shine, to and from
The spacious lonely sky.
Is love untouchable? Or is it just
The truth that humans
Find their sanctuary in non existent lust?
Glitter, gleam, only a sparkling seen.
No hands or face or chest or legs
Physically. To see, I shall be the Moonbeam.
30 days of simplicities best.
Infinity.
Universe's Spirits put destiny to the test.
Away with my vessel. My selfishness.
Here, now, again, I know what I am.
Distance corrupt; heart broken abrupt.
Branches not bare, but broken to me.
Petals decompose as Spring erodes.
Summers smoldering heat feels just too cold.
In the depths of autumn the kindness crept,
To a solitary snowflake cursed with success
Of bewildered witchcraft, your conscience scrapped,
Stolen and stuck and sticky and black.
Now left with fragments of skin slicing glass.
Pieced my puzzle and warped my words;
Ecstatic and screaming, now here they still blurt.
You split and splintered, desolate in pain;
A nonexistent self is all to blame.
Shrugged shoulders, proudly raised brows,
Both not content with how our destiny turned out.
For the rest, I also, determined, delivered my best,
For friends. For pride. For a non arrogant stride.
Love. Soul mates of Fate.
Nothing new can recreate
Those 30 days so simplistic.
Snow meltdown.
Around
Spring.
Breeze; blow.
Leaves; flow.
Flower shoots, sun shine, to and from
The spacious lonely sky.
Cherry tree.
A heart empty.
Petals plucked.
Love stuck.
Flower shoots, sun shine, to and from
The spacious lonely sky.
But in the rain, in pain, I cry
Miss the twinkle of that eye.
In the dead of night
I search for the light
Of Midnight.




...





The light was in my heart
From the start...










© 2014 Mizuki Tsukiakari


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