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.