MIST
You are like the morning mist
You seep in, curl & twist
Around my longing soul
Filling up its empty bowl
You are like the evening mist
You slither in so swift
And make my heart sing
Then leave it to dangle on its string
The mist is dissipating, too soon
It is flying away, high around the moon
I am cast out, adrift
Longing, longing for the mist
I feel a change on the wind
Winter is coming, it has seeped in
It is taking over, freezing all
You are drifting away, away from the ball
Mist is ethereal
It cannot be caught
I don’t even know
If it exists only in my thoughts
Where the mist goes I want to follow
My particles explode, I feel hollow
Again I am the puppet of the tide
Of the moon’s magnetic pull inside
How do I not
disintegrate ?
13-20.10.2021
Yamada Shokei, Dragon flying over Mount Fuji, 1894