summer's night's true beauty

crystal drops of water seem to 
breathe life into the ground
that person who dwelled in that dream
like a star, waits quietly in a corner

that blue rose in those elegant hands
are slowly corroded by drops of time
cradled in destruction, the butterfly
without interruption, sleeps peacefully

you who only smiles in that dream... .

reaching out for a beloved
who was once lost in the night
tears mingle with the overflowing time
telling a legend of lost hopes....

as if penetrating through reality...
those eyes... .

unable to fathom the thorns of blood
tired hands grope and grasp
insanity merges with a chaotic moment
death touches you ever so gently... .

the child who looks up unfalteringly
the butterfly which sleeps peacefully
you cradle an imaginary and beautiful lover 
losing yourself in a color you never saw... ....

that blue rose in those elegant hands
are slowly corroded by drops of time
cradled in destruction, the butterfly
flutters its wings for the last time 

.....and stays still forever.

-hidoko Matsumoto

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