Tokyo Night BluesA Poem by plainmeat night, she wakes up in the different room the silver moonlight shines through the little window on the white cloth hugging her gently touching her fragile tanned skin the street calls her but not by her name Chiharu, they say I agree with the boys that shout her name underneath her windows. her beauty, her being on this planet is equivalent to one thousand springs with the blossoming flowers the shades of green waking up from the endless winter one thousand springs one thousand years by that time I’ll be dead but she won’t just end Chiharu, they say while she walks the streets the boys whisper her name to one another she speaks to them and talks about it all they speak a different tongue yet she is the one that breaks the sunlight they talk about things once so familiar the night is full of action bright lights and orange neon signs yellow and red hanging around lighting up the night with the essence of day faces change into the night traditions and culture spin around she infuses her soul with the people around her living her life living her dream while the wind rubs circles over my temples and I can’t sleep I imagine her dancing in the light giving life to the eternal night I can see her smile with a hint of baby blue hair her style is causing the boys to stare and stare all night long I imagine her dwell the streets of Tokyo at night shining her essence lighting up her life with a tiny drop of her soul being left behind every corner of the streets so later we can come back and pick them up I imagine watching her from afar observing her and every step like a guardian angel and I wait and I wait till she boards when she’s back I will listen to all the words that once made us break into each other so walk those streets and live the night, Chiharu I’ll be here like forever © 2013 plainmeReviews
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Added on June 27, 2013Last Updated on June 27, 2013 Tags: tokyo night blues |