Jun Miyake ,Le Voyageur Solitaire

Yuki Murata, Glitch

silence

the silence of stones
brings secret messages,
the days drop into time,
spreading rings

the silence
between two souls
is filled
with music

or slumbering
words which have
already been there
but cannot find language

or with birds
rising up,
wings fluttering
in the sky

or with buried
pain, quivering
wounds,
unheard sound

or with sleepy
kisses and scent
of  embraces,
sweetness of being

or with slow
memory of
essence touching,
calm flow

or with quarrel
unhealed,
violating
in the deep

the silence of trees
promises growth,
leaves are falling
on fertile soil

and the night speaks
of  fairies
dancing naked
under the moon

and of monsters
coming out of lakes,
the silvery fishes
leaping to a flute

which suddenly stops
and silence
comes
and goes

when the birds cry,
the foxes bark.
time stops
for all this

until the soul
sheds its skin
and greets
a new morning,

the wonder
and the horror
of birth, shuddering
with a smile.

the silence
of the sun,
the waves
of the sea,

all is as one,
primeval, tidal,
pulsing with
words, with blood-

it is the song
and the pause
in which life
flows and goes