TERUMASA HINO , ALONE, ALONE AND ALONE

Flook , Waltzes

i cannot

i cannot help whom i love,
may i never could nor should i try.

Derek Walcott ,Crusoe's Island

Labyrinths

labyrinths of true despair,

i tried to meet you there,

bringing horses and sunsets,

flowers and me,

it cannot be enough.

i felt the same,

but now i don't know,

i cannot go

to be part of monsters

chasing you day and night.

i'll walk into this cave

only when you wish 

to come out with me

I'd give you my hand

but you must give me yours,

i know, i know,

the witch tried to eat

children holding hands,

but love is not illusion,

not more than pain,

not more than us,

the way we see each other

and see all the universe,

so perfectly blind

as if we could walk

when there was no ground,

fly without wings,

drink without mouth

and breathe without air.

i am a bit sad and disturbed and worried

it is better

it is better to cook ,to clean, clear stuff at home,
do book keeping and stick to daily tasks with
full attention than to write half -heartedly.
i feel my words as being useless, but we cannot
only talk when all is beauty, happiness, perfection.
because it never is if not now.
silence will do for a little while.
cooking is more enjoyable than eating
digested food :-)