silence is also music.

Wednesday, July 02, 2003

s-l-o-w-m-o-t-i-o-n

each move i make can be missed
with the blink of an eye.
and you-- you blink many a blinks
and your beautiful eyes do not see me.

but when you m o v e...
each action is recorded, stored
in my mind that has collected
so much of you already.
and even now, you s w a y
to that music and da n c e.
s l o w l y,
and so gracefully articulate.

all i want is for you to dance
with me, put both of us in

slow motion

so you won't miss me next time around.
s lo w er.
i have so much to say.

(c) 2003 mai kozai
~ for a friend of mine who has the courage to voice what he feels for a special someone, but lacks the essence of hope. best wishes.

silence is also music. {3:13 AM}

insomnia

hours after sunset,
i climb out of my coccoon
and let my tattered wings spread.
like a refuge i run for safety,
swerve through sleepy cars
and dangerous minds.
this is the thrill
of the ill.

shifted and delusional,
a soul like this one
is volatile and reactive.
i suggest keeping distance;
i don't like to associate with acquaintances.

the sun is my moon,
and your moon is my sun.
i thrive on the darkness
you fear.
i reside in your waking nightmare.

sleep, dear beloved.
there, i will not haunt you so.

(c)2003 mai kozai

silence is also music. {2:38 AM}

Tuesday, July 01, 2003

the right, the left

her heart tugged at the right,
but this infatuation-- temptation
is temporary.
and on the other half of its body
the river of life flowed
with difficulty, clearly
unsure and unaware of its pathway.
her heart, confounded,
unnecessary diversion,
different disposition.
too much for her fragile heart,
stop the tugging at once.

steady the river became,
red, full of passion,
at her left.
and the cold, frigid river of blue at her right
receded, noticing the left's existence.

her heart tugged at the right,
but happiness filled her left;
the constant-- the comfort he brings,
had never faded away.
her most essential organ
had not forgotten him.

and so that is why, perhaps,
why she embraces the beloved on her left,
because, of course: her heart resides to her left.
and whom she left deserted before,
she cannot anymore, any longer.

(c)2003 mai kozai

silence is also music. {2:59 AM}

the burial

in this tattered cloth, i hold
what used to be worth more than gold.
now, with this unpleasant exterior,
and i, so inferior,
this once embraced treasure is no more.

so at this burial site, the decision
is to bring to myself a conclusion.
defeat delusion and confusion,
bring to me unconditional salvation.
yes, i must inter the ashes
of our dead love.

(c)2003 mai kozai

silence is also music. {2:46 AM}