BY JAY WELLER
BLESSFUL SHADOWS CAST THE WALLS
WARM MIST HANGS ABOUT PURE SPACE
THE SOFT HOPE FOR WHICH I CRAWL
TRUE LOVE ABSENT SHAME OR FACE
DARK HAIRED BEAUTY MADE SUBLIME
INFUSED WITH FLOWERED GEISHAN GRACE
A DELIVERED ANGEL SEPARATE IN TIME
FROM WHOM DARKNESS CANNOT CHASE
A WARM BALM TO EASE MY SORROW
A PATIENT SOUL FROM WHICH TO BORROW
SHE FLOATS HIGH ABOVE MY SADNESS
REMAINS UNAFFECTED BY MY MADNESS
THE HAND TREMBLES AS THE MIND ACHES
THE HEART DOES ALL THAT IT JUST CAN
LIKE THE CALL OF ANCIENT EARTHQUAKES
IT’S WHERE I MUST BE, JAPAN