Meeting You
A Poem About How Hotohori Found Houki
I felt Nuriko slip away
like silk thread through my fingers.
All I can do is weep for him
as the pain of his death lingers.
Then I feel it, is it him?
Is he really down the hall?
Ingoring the guard I simply run
toward Nuriko's silent call.
Then I see her, beautiful.
(But not more than me of course)
She makes me wonder what could be
this starge and compelling source.
Maybe's it my fellow seishe
wishing to see me in love.
And when I look into her eyes
I know she's sent from above.
A Poem About How Hotohori Found Houki
I felt Nuriko slip away
like silk thread through my fingers.
All I can do is weep for him
as the pain of his death lingers.
Then I feel it, is it him?
Is he really down the hall?
Ingoring the guard I simply run
toward Nuriko's silent call.
Then I see her, beautiful.
(But not more than me of course)
She makes me wonder what could be
this starge and compelling source.
Maybe's it my fellow seishe
wishing to see me in love.
And when I look into her eyes
I know she's sent from above.
