Kanpekina-Saibo

To the coming tide of your song’s return, spread wide your wings over love’s surmise, wilt them not from the mourning of a lustre retreat - nor its charring burn. Your angel call heralds forth a quarrying odyssey, reticent words bereaved in the moonlit cold - lost to a flawless reverie. And gone are the favored amongst the rapture of dawn, leaving feathers neglected to the dark to gather the dusts of ruin which remain - all but a stray couple afloat the shallow waters of sorrow. Amidst this baron waste your calling is all that rescinds the wounds upon the release of this endeavor's close, a voyage whole bitter sweeting - a hallowed gathering of crows. The summit of all my longing is resounded from without your tender lips, your graceful charity to the dormant servility held within my fingertips, so do not wait for me oh tune of bliss, for your intention bars a lover’s meeting within the fall of tears and the farewell of a parting kiss.

Tell me, quell me I dare beseech, of my broken form and disjointed maw. Am I not that which your valor teach ? To that skin deep span of a strangers glare. Take me, naked beneath your wings and open me bare, twisted and torn. Spread my flesh and let it be, untainted by the shards of shattered lore. How in life I was barely fine and fair Each limb hanging unnurtured and fickle or how they in masses would stop and stare. Gone, gone are their eyes now as I breathe on. No more tire, nor the weight of vocal breach, though I can still hear them calling, even now. From the past calling, begging, pleading - "No more, please, no more."