Light and Solitude

Hands line up full of silence
Lake ashes, they flow away unrewarded
We are here, as much as we pile them, keeping our eyes wide open.
We think and start to spin,
knowing a small world exists.
Form and shape with light and shadow, which only truth can have.
Tomorrow’s sunrise coexists with demands.

Ahead the night you learn hesitation, where your cold hands are.
Bottom of your mind follows the meaning of birth
Putting my wish on a song, I sink and wait.
Where does it end up? Is it where you are?

A face we are there. A fact we weren't
True reason gets ahead of a follow concentration.

In constructive words,
the beginning of a heartbeat tells the meaning of creation
Essential work necessary to see the daily gaze,
we imagine the history of a wish, and then make one.
Everything has become a toy. With vague resistance
we make stories of denial thoughts and destinies.
Things we wanted will never be given.
Crying minds won't be supported.
We just see them off from behind.

Even the least beauty we've lost has retreated.
Ask for collateral to the place where salvation once existed.
Poetic-structural rhythm warped and burst.
Echoing sound of a whistle shows a screen of a sound scale.
Speed of the swing goes along rainbow strings.
Multi-coloured lungs are on the studded tune.
Received and opened the unfinished scenario inside of the mind.
Decadent disks we comprehend after pretending

to wait. The face I've been waiting.
The real reason is the weight of an empty palm.
Give a sign of "welcome-home." to a question going home.
Your time connects to transparent colourless letters.
I wrote down the sweet encounter ahead of a reverberating tone.
Our letters that remained unopened. I burned them.

To write. The face I’ve created it.
Minds I've learned overflow from the gap in drops.
Give a light and solitude of "I’m home" to a question returning.
Etched a tender good-bye on a window with traces of a returning voice.

Hold the present time. Stack it up.
Go beyond the times. And return to the future.
Miss the present time. Create it.
Leap the times. And learn the future.