.                          Light a joss stick for Chisato
                     Last seen in her best kimono
             She did what she was told to do
          Lined up in the playground
       Follow us across the bridge
     The grown-ups said.
   Bad move
The wave...

I think of you so often
But I could never tell
Because I know of course you don’t
Think of me as well.
I think of you so fondly
Such a perfect memory
I think of you just wishing
That you would think of me.
But I know it’s useless
I’ve never crossed your mind
Because while I’m thinking about you
You’re just leaving me behind.

The beat of my heart makes it difficult
not to be blinded
by the reality of my own thoughts
when they are broken down within the sounds
of my dreams.
Yet, no one hears the wind
running through my mind
and I find nothing is
as it seems.

All I do is race to hide from the smoke of lies
to find subtle truth
inside of uncertainties colors
but what I come across
means nothing to you.  
When I drift off to sleep I bleed mirrored glass
until I forget about the bruises
for a moment
or two.

I want someone to listen to the words I speak
even when breezes fill their hands
and time goes by quicker
than the air they tasted.  
No longer do I wish to live and breathe
In this life of empty rooms
where my heartbeat
is wasted.

Tonight I sit and weave faith upon grounds
where forever
I have searched through eyes
that paint my mistakes with words
of ecstasy.  
Yet still, the beat of my heart
makes it difficult
not to be blinded  by love,
even when
I know....
you lie to me.

It is one of those nights
When I can only stare out the window
at the yellow crescent moon
As my thoughts rage.
But the moon is fuzzy because my
eyes aren't perfect
And finally the clouds obscure it
completely
So that I just give up
And make another attempt to sleep.