Whispers from the Heart 

I wish to touch—just once—

your words, 

your melodies,

and all that is miraculous.

I wish to listen—just once—

with my whole consciousness,

to the heartbeat of every single letter 

you utter. 

And if you have no objection,

I wish to lift upon my fingertip

that single drop of the universe

lingering upon your lips. 

Then, if you choose to erase 

my blooming world,

I will vanish without a trace—

like the sunshine of the night… 

Those Who Depart 

Those who depart— 

do they truly dissolve into darkness, 

becoming utterly devoid of light?

Those who depart never return, 

yet they leave behind their pen, 

resting beside the throes of death.

Tucked away in the hem of a tattered 

sheet, they conceal all the strange 

wonders of their lives.

They move a little further ahead, 

even though there remains nothing left 

to look back upon.

Those who depart—in some other world, 

they fill the naked, blank 

expanse of white paper…