Solitude Speaking
now i live in los angeles
but sometimes the sun plays tricks
imagining that it is the same
cold wind bringing my dreams
pacing pavement breathing beats
my heart pounds on wet asphalt
painted lines running to vanish
past open farms in the mist
the last ice breaks on the rocky river
melting snow returning to moist earth
emerging sounds of spring peepers
with their high-pitched melody
red-winged blackbird sings
and i remember that place in my mind
when you held me tight and we listened
to the roar of flowing water
i understood but could not answer you
because solitude speaks only in questions
i still love you in a way as
real as then
// © by wataru ebihara
but sometimes the sun plays tricks
imagining that it is the same
cold wind bringing my dreams
pacing pavement breathing beats
my heart pounds on wet asphalt
painted lines running to vanish
past open farms in the mist
the last ice breaks on the rocky river
melting snow returning to moist earth
emerging sounds of spring peepers
with their high-pitched melody
red-winged blackbird sings
and i remember that place in my mind
when you held me tight and we listened
to the roar of flowing water
i understood but could not answer you
because solitude speaks only in questions
i still love you in a way as
real as then
// © by wataru ebihara