今朝の落書き

A night road where my bags feel light

As though talking with the person behind the singing voice
I nod along to words riding on a melody

My breath is white
and I know I am warm now

My eyes meet the waning half-moon
a streetlight illuminates
a face that so much has passed through

I get off one station early
and am taught of endless lights

An accepting heart
a breath spilling out
the charm of the little path grips me and will not let go

A green light
the sound of a railway crossing
a voice calling from the everyday world

Empty bench, fly away
silent avenue of trees, go on a journey
parting gaze, stay with me forever

Still looking at one another
we passed away from each other
cast aside a weak heart
that would call it an illusion

Everything grown light teaches me
the nights of people whose conversations resonated
are beautiful beyond caring
whether they are wonderful

Beyond sorrow
a smile for the scenery we reach
calling all the formless things that travel between us poetry
I write a letter to you

Thank you for reading again today. There are poems I cannot finish because I cannot put my sadness in order, and there are poems I can write because a beautiful night that arrives naturally saves me. Rarely, there are days I cannot take up my pen. There are nights I want only to look, and nights I want only to read. I am glad I could write this poem.