The Gift
The moment of youth
filled my heart and mind
with innocence and purity
Never once stained by darkness
as a fateful meeting
called for a change
of the
past
present
and
future
Exchanging of the hearts
and forgetting the reality of word
When the path crossed once again
Shall there be a revival of the fallen wings
that had been forgotten long ago
As we merge between the rift of reality and dream
We shall return to where we came from
at the end of the day
hopefully with
the power
of the
gift
.
.
.
eien no okurimono.
Your poems are always so inventive and well crafted.