In the timeless forest of my memorythepleasantsimpleguy
I await for a long night
Maybe the north star will reveal itself
And guide me to my road?
Or perhaps it was a thoughtthepleasantsimpleguy
A mere creation of the mind . . .
I think of abandoning my search
Should I sift my heart instead?
Oh! I have been searchingthepleasantsimpleguy
Long forgotten and lost
Clad in abundant verdure,
Does it not want to be tread?
The path was clear,thepleasantsimpleguy
Bare under the sky
How did it evade me?
When it was under my feet?
There was a timethepleasantsimpleguy
When my thoughts were more coherent. . .
I was journeying swiftly
How did I become so desultory?
It flows through me
The luminous specks
Force my spirit to scream,
Are they here to set me free?
To carry me away as I become
One of them?
The rolling skies stretch far,
Torn by clouds that smear the blue canvas.
Like knives that threaten to strike the sun,
Huge peaks, jagged, are tipped with the poison of snow.
Monolithic mountains encircled by clouds,
Wisps of smoke trail from the cliffs otherwise bare.
One peak harbours blossom, sprouting pink over grey,
With a mountain breeze the petals are shaken free.
Beneath the branches; above the stone snow,
Sits a zither, strummed by a lone soul.
She is covered in white robes that flow like a mountain river,
White like the blossom of the cherry tree, white like the snow,
White like the ocean island clouds, white like the moon.
To whom does one play such a solemn tune?
I will be here . . .
When the sky falls down,
and their quest fails.
For what they seekthepleasantsimpleguy
they had all along.
Still I observe . . .
Most of them crossing,
and on quest to find it.
Souls scarring and tarnishing,thepleasantsimpleguy
and withering to dust.
I was there . . .
When the night fell quickly
and draped all in silence.
When the veil was sewn,thepleasantsimpleguy
and hung from the sky.