Remember Me
Left and right, duck and feint. Alone in my own courtyard. In the deep of the night, only the sounds of steel on stone to keep myself company. The hilt of the sword heavy in my hands, and the slow flicker of sweat as I dart about in the moonlight. It must look strange to the watchers in the palace, if any of them dared to see me.
What would they think? The young king of Adon, he fights every night until dawn, sleeps an hour and then returns to office. What does he hope to achieve, what does he do this for. I know in my heart, half of the reason to fight is to never forget. The gouts of blood, the oppression and the sorrow that becomes me. The people who lay in mass graves across the land. The cherry blossoms that flow as plentiful on the wind as the blood of only a few months ago. I fight because I must, to protect my people forever, to ensure that no one ever again kills so many for so little a reason. But mostly, I fight because I want to remember her.
A quiet ripple, and the courtyard is covered in feathers, I need to be free, to take to the skies and disappear from it all. I cannot of course, but for just a few scant hours, I can disappear to my own thoughts. And maybe the wind will wipe away the tears on my face that I cannot. The moon flits past me through the clouds, an ethereal glow on my gossamer wings. Soaring alone and on high, watching the lonely world spin beneath my feet.
I wonder aloud, where to go from here. What does the world still hold for me? Nothing I suppose. Every night to try to fly higher and higher to the mystic moon. Every night to try to remember the lines of her face and they way she spoke, the way she talked, the intensity of her eyes. The little things that disappear slowly. If she could hear my voice and I could be with her, but it isn't meant to be.
Slowly I begin circling back down, the pre-dawn larks and their song as the faintest glimmer of light pulls itself above the horizon. My torn lonely heart as I drift down.
Wait for me Hitomi. I'm coming, one day.
But as I look towards the ground, not yet. I'm not coming yet.
And a lone cherry blossom drifts across my face, as the moon disappears from my sight. A quiet silence of little meaning.
Left and right, duck and feint. Alone in my own courtyard. In the deep of the night, only the sounds of steel on stone to keep myself company. The hilt of the sword heavy in my hands, and the slow flicker of sweat as I dart about in the moonlight. It must look strange to the watchers in the palace, if any of them dared to see me.
What would they think? The young king of Adon, he fights every night until dawn, sleeps an hour and then returns to office. What does he hope to achieve, what does he do this for. I know in my heart, half of the reason to fight is to never forget. The gouts of blood, the oppression and the sorrow that becomes me. The people who lay in mass graves across the land. The cherry blossoms that flow as plentiful on the wind as the blood of only a few months ago. I fight because I must, to protect my people forever, to ensure that no one ever again kills so many for so little a reason. But mostly, I fight because I want to remember her.
A quiet ripple, and the courtyard is covered in feathers, I need to be free, to take to the skies and disappear from it all. I cannot of course, but for just a few scant hours, I can disappear to my own thoughts. And maybe the wind will wipe away the tears on my face that I cannot. The moon flits past me through the clouds, an ethereal glow on my gossamer wings. Soaring alone and on high, watching the lonely world spin beneath my feet.
I wonder aloud, where to go from here. What does the world still hold for me? Nothing I suppose. Every night to try to fly higher and higher to the mystic moon. Every night to try to remember the lines of her face and they way she spoke, the way she talked, the intensity of her eyes. The little things that disappear slowly. If she could hear my voice and I could be with her, but it isn't meant to be.
Slowly I begin circling back down, the pre-dawn larks and their song as the faintest glimmer of light pulls itself above the horizon. My torn lonely heart as I drift down.
Wait for me Hitomi. I'm coming, one day.
But as I look towards the ground, not yet. I'm not coming yet.
And a lone cherry blossom drifts across my face, as the moon disappears from my sight. A quiet silence of little meaning.