Oyasumi-Nasai-Kairu

The Spirits among the Rose Garden There once was a question that was asked; I was the child who was doing the asking, and my grandfather was answering. I asked him why it was that upon the cold mornings we would see the white roses glow with a ghostly gleam, and why water would appear upon the pedals. He told me as I am telling you now, for each rose upon the morning light, glows with the ghosts of the past who come to drink the eternal waters of peace. Long ago there were two lovers, a man named Soleil and a woman named Lune. They had a small home where they lived together alone, amongst their farms and gardens, but one night Sole

It flows so sleekly when the pain is too much to bear. And it seeps quietly so you barely know it's there. It rushes and gushes like a crimson stream, and all it took was a sharp edge, and a mind pressured by everything. One little wince and the problems slip from sight. It flows like wine and tastes so sweet, only to those few. And sucking it feel right, only when she continues. Painting with it is a talent all lack, except for our mother nature, who painted the white roses red, and the red roses black. Blood is a delicacy which none should be denied, for blood is your true life source, kept well and protected inside.

How many ways can I tell you I love you? How many ways would count? How many days could I go on loving you? How many could I go on without? How many times could I tell you I love you? How many times would it take? How many ways can I show you I love you? How else but with this poem's sake? Four different things that prove that I love you. With only one left to do. My love, my sweet. I truly do... love... you.

  Underneath this moon, I dedicate to you. A love and life that I hope will come true, and underneath this moon, with the sounds I want you to hear, I softly shall declare you to be my dear.  Underneath this moon, with a cool and soft wind, I share with you my heart and the young child within. We play and frolic happliy and with delight underneath this moon, with her calm and luminous light. Underneath this moon, so softly do I stay, sleeping soundly and protected, with your light guiding me on my way. Underneath this moon we share one kiss, and dediate our lives and love to nothing more or less.  Underneath this moon....

How could these feelings just rise up inside me? How can my heart beat when it's so cold? How can I breath with my chest held so tightly? Why am I becomming so warm, after feeling so dead?  Into glaicial waters of depression and betrayal, is where I sank to stay. To freeze my heart and make it unable, to feel what I am feeling today.  I fell out of love, but she refused to let me go, away from her warmth, her comfort, and her palace of gold. All I wished for was o be alone, but she sent me a love bird to guide me to my home.  When the past is dark and the future is too, look to the present for a love that rests infront of you. These fee