We didn’t quite draw near, but I was glad to catch a glimpse of Mount Fuji from the train!

Connections

With their love 

They built a bridge of pain and tears

With their loss

They destroyed a bridge with pain and fears

Threats

Your empty threats hang in the air

And I may have used to be

But I’m not scared anymore

I’ve tested time with a knife

Been wounded, come back to life

You can’t scare me with words anymore

Not when my heart has been hardened to the core

Christmas Season

In this season of lights and giving

Pretty white frocks in grand churches

Candles and caroling choirs

Singing sweet tales of God’s grace

Christmas trees and gifts beneath

Moments of forgiveness, sins redeemed

Hearty laughter of reunited families

In the soft halo of a roaring fire

Isolated from the snowy cold

Warmth granted to hearts’ desire

We were in Kyoto, which was one of the loveliest places to me. One of the attractions there is the Monkey Park Iwatayama, located high up a hill. So we trekked upwards for a long time, where beautiful trees with red and yellow leaves shaded our heads, and the view was truly a sight to behold. At least, that was what I thought before I saw the view from the top of the hill.
The peak provided the best view of the city, with buildings extending into mountains in the distance. It looked quite like paradise to me, and the monkeys had the best view all the time. They could even appreciate a lovely view of mountains on the other side when they were bathing. Lucky things.

This was the day we made a “wasted” trip all the way uphill, but fortunately it wasn’t all wasted, not when there was a pretty view. The cable cars were closed, but we could see the city where we stood. It wasn’t even late, perhaps 4 to 5 o’clock, but the sky was darkening and city was coming aglow.

Wounded

Smears of blood on the wall

Wounds of the estranged, their voices call

The pain is overwhelming

I feel my heart slow

The hopeless road ahead

To fate I bestow

Different (ii)

With his eyes that shined like stars 

And hers hollow with no soul

They were never meant to be

Instead destined to fall

Head over heels

Into the depths of no return 

Different (i)

Her eyes were devoid of life

But inside her

The stars glowed bright 

 

His eyes were fiery and alive

But inside him

The ashes died

once upon a time

The innocence of a young child

Blind belief and unwavering trust 

Is something we cannot replicate

Once we become old enough

For young fragility to be broken by this cruel world

So we look back

On something so beautiful we once had

But never again can possess