How lovely is the wall of Japanese creeper
When the skeleton branch spreads
Its green in the May day sunshine
Covers the grey of the aged bricks
Stretches its millions of little palms
Swinging and waving in the golden sunlight
In the gentle summer breeze
It unlocks its joy to everything
The azure of the sky
The snow-white of the clouds
The indifference of the people passing
The disturbance of the cars driven by
The season will deprive its youth
The succulent veins will dry up into winter straws
Yet after the green gently fades away
How will it blaze these last drops of sap
Seething with burning fire before that bleary dust
The dazzling red will never touch an air of the autumn chill
Modified after Joanna
To him who knows
Did you find me following the faint instinct of knowing,
Like the baby swallow finding its straying sibling?
Thousands of years in loneliness and desolation,
We were abandoned, but now we meet as if in reunion.
Could this be a declaration?
Is it a bless, a kin-like cuddling?
You see through the intricate camouflage,
That bitchy life has imposed upon every individual life.
You showed your transparent sincerity,
The skid marks of life’s sin called destiny.
I, too, become crystal, returning to the beginning.
You are the better half of my soul.
You listen, smile, understand,
Like no one else in the world.