I remember as if it were yesterday,
The gentle skies of blue.
You would come play with me,
For I was locked up in the castle.
Like a bird in a cage I was.
Wanting to be free.
How I envied you.
You and your freedom.
The places you saw.
The things I could only read about were shown to you.
How I wished to see the world.
I got my wish.
Oh how I got my wish.
Seven years of my damned wish.
I look back now…
At how I was,
And how your were,
And how much I had missed those gentle skies of blue.
So, did you know it was me?
Or did the eyes throw you off?
My eyes had changed…
Blame the sands of time that rubbed on them so.
But I looked at you then,
And yours had not.
Gentle skies of blue all the same.
How I had missed them.
How I had missed summer.
But as do all seasons,
Summer leaves.
Gentle skies can storm.
Winter will come.
There was winter at the forest temple.
After the forest, you changed.
I stared as you entered.
I stared because I saw storm clouds.
Storm clouds thatr covered the blue.
But,
As all clouds,
They parted.
But I remember them.
Them and their dry-ice grey.
I saw the clouds again and again.
But they always parted.
Well,
They used to.
I don't know now.
Anger and sorrow blow like winter winds in your soul, yes?
It's gotten darker, the skies.
The clouds are parting all around us,
But,
Looking at you,
I am afraid summer may never return.
And as I look into the stormy clouds…
The blowing gales that part the gray from gold,
Morning from night…
And the never ending winter from long needed spring…
I can see your gentle blue.
~Owari~