JAPAN

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