She reaches,
For the pearl handled brush.
As he reaches behind her,
Pulling pins from her hair...
...
I hold in my hand,
My most prized possession.
Names...
Names which have no faces...
...
Big Beautiful Moon.
Leaving your house,
And coming to mine...
Travelling the distance-
...
Forgotten flower...
In fields it grows.
Taken root long ago.
Underfoot-crushed and broken.
...
Do you see,
the world as I?
Oh how I wish to know...
That sky is blue.
...
Long ago I learned,
what I had to say,
was unimportant-in everyway...
Who really cares?
...
If I could get lost,
In the honesty of your touch...
If I could look into your eyes-
and touch the depths,
...
I think you look
Into your own eyes.
Your pain was there -and decided the same for me...
But I am not, the one who cries
...
The seasons are changing...
Like my life,
Rearranging...
Time opens, a new door-
...