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Winds of Mount Fuji
- Winds of Mount Fuji -
Based on some of my past-life memories…
Part One: Distant Thunder
Golden, was all the time we spent, within the old halls…
Upon those noble slopes, upon the crag few can reach.
Whereon, lay a castle, of many tiers and rugged walls…
Therein, my warmth made you to blush like rosy peach!
We dined, we laughed, we sang, and we did make love,
Whilst without, the winds howled from my inner fears…
You made them fade for a time like sunlight from above.
Your hand was so tender as it wiped away all my tears!
My face was feminine, and my gown diaphanous white,
Which hid the gender of my birth, which I did discard…
So that I appeared as an angel, an embodiment of light!
No longer a man, but something more within the yard…
Of the castle on Mount Fuji, where we sojourned a bit,
When the journey of our lives brought us both together.
You were a broken soul, your spirit before me did flit…
As we whispered quietly: safe from winds and weather.
My soul was in darkness as if one lost in a deep abyss,
But to you I was noble, a jewel of Edo in my splendor!
And I was so much more, when we did share our kiss,
Whilst outside: the wind brought rain, and loud thunder.
That lake down below ripples, its’ waters ever yielding,
But mountain streams are harsh, and I must be strong…
For, when the world changes, I must retain my feelings!
Stirred by love, by a maiden’s serene and gentle song.
Part Two: Eyes of Love
Your father had been a fool and mine was but a rogue,
Each of us was abandoned, in our way, each a rebel…
Hardened by so much time spent upon the hellish road:
The path of destiny, that calls living and dead as a bell!
Was I living, before the first moment we did embrace?
Or did I only open my eyes, when I heard your voice!
So much I remember and it is sometimes pure as lace,
The clarity of many yesterdays, the burden of choice…
And yet we had none, for our fates had been decreed.
We played our parts, to live and die for noblest honor,
And yet it was for love that I fought and oft did bleed!
My heart bore a code beyond the Samurai’s splendor.
The small cross I wore on that chain around my neck,
Felt heavy sometimes, because of what it represented.
I had suffered, survived, and did not become a wreck,
Though inside was the torment, for which I repented…
Which your keen eyes glimpsed, never filled with hate.
I loved you for that and for the power your eyes held,
To hold me fast, for your soul was my soul’s fair mate.
That is what we believed, and what our hearts oft felt!
Are the cherry trees of the hills not much the mightier?
It is said they are, for they must grow amidst turmoil…
And the clouds of the mountain, they seem the whiter,
For dwelling in so high a place, where great is the toil.
Part Three: End of an Era
The gold of our sojourn turned to lead with the dawn…
As those winds of the mountain heralded an era’s end.
One day the castle’s yard would burn, ashen its’ lawn,
And the stones would be broken, no builder to mend…
That place where for but a span we did blissfully abide!
Whilst the winds would keep blowing as they shall yet.
But no one will remember, that time we shared inside…
For, time and death do not wait, and their gift is regret:
To those who did not live their life with the fullest zeal!
Is that, what brought me back, to dwell in this far age?
Regret holds such sad power, as our souls it can steal.
Existence is a story, and death turns but a single page!
In a garden in Edo I would find a love I thought slain…
But when I searched for you I could not find any trace.
So much, was forgotten, so much I needed to regain…
But the sun was setting on my era with a shining grace.
My lover was beautiful and he made me nearly forget,
The battles of the past, which I had tried to block out!
But I remembered you, and the moment we first met…
Whilst somewhere: the winds of Mount Fuji ever shout.
When the moon is high in the heavens, the air so cool,
And the stars above smile like countless sacred beings…
That, is when the old thoughts return, my heart to rule!
As I do remember your voice, and my own spirit sings.
Based on some of my past-life memories…
Part One: Distant Thunder
Golden, was all the time we spent, within the old halls…
Upon those noble slopes, upon the crag few can reach.
Whereon, lay a castle, of many tiers and rugged walls…
Therein, my warmth made you to blush like rosy peach!
We dined, we laughed, we sang, and we did make love,
Whilst without, the winds howled from my inner fears…
You made them fade for a time like sunlight from above.
Your hand was so tender as it wiped away all my tears!
My face was feminine, and my gown diaphanous white,
Which hid the gender of my birth, which I did discard…
So that I appeared as an angel, an embodiment of light!
No longer a man, but something more within the yard…
Of the castle on Mount Fuji, where we sojourned a bit,
When the journey of our lives brought us both together.
You were a broken soul, your spirit before me did flit…
As we whispered quietly: safe from winds and weather.
My soul was in darkness as if one lost in a deep abyss,
But to you I was noble, a jewel of Edo in my splendor!
And I was so much more, when we did share our kiss,
Whilst outside: the wind brought rain, and loud thunder.
That lake down below ripples, its’ waters ever yielding,
But mountain streams are harsh, and I must be strong…
For, when the world changes, I must retain my feelings!
Stirred by love, by a maiden’s serene and gentle song.
Part Two: Eyes of Love
Your father had been a fool and mine was but a rogue,
Each of us was abandoned, in our way, each a rebel…
Hardened by so much time spent upon the hellish road:
The path of destiny, that calls living and dead as a bell!
Was I living, before the first moment we did embrace?
Or did I only open my eyes, when I heard your voice!
So much I remember and it is sometimes pure as lace,
The clarity of many yesterdays, the burden of choice…
And yet we had none, for our fates had been decreed.
We played our parts, to live and die for noblest honor,
And yet it was for love that I fought and oft did bleed!
My heart bore a code beyond the Samurai’s splendor.
The small cross I wore on that chain around my neck,
Felt heavy sometimes, because of what it represented.
I had suffered, survived, and did not become a wreck,
Though inside was the torment, for which I repented…
Which your keen eyes glimpsed, never filled with hate.
I loved you for that and for the power your eyes held,
To hold me fast, for your soul was my soul’s fair mate.
That is what we believed, and what our hearts oft felt!
Are the cherry trees of the hills not much the mightier?
It is said they are, for they must grow amidst turmoil…
And the clouds of the mountain, they seem the whiter,
For dwelling in so high a place, where great is the toil.
Part Three: End of an Era
The gold of our sojourn turned to lead with the dawn…
As those winds of the mountain heralded an era’s end.
One day the castle’s yard would burn, ashen its’ lawn,
And the stones would be broken, no builder to mend…
That place where for but a span we did blissfully abide!
Whilst the winds would keep blowing as they shall yet.
But no one will remember, that time we shared inside…
For, time and death do not wait, and their gift is regret:
To those who did not live their life with the fullest zeal!
Is that, what brought me back, to dwell in this far age?
Regret holds such sad power, as our souls it can steal.
Existence is a story, and death turns but a single page!
In a garden in Edo I would find a love I thought slain…
But when I searched for you I could not find any trace.
So much, was forgotten, so much I needed to regain…
But the sun was setting on my era with a shining grace.
My lover was beautiful and he made me nearly forget,
The battles of the past, which I had tried to block out!
But I remembered you, and the moment we first met…
Whilst somewhere: the winds of Mount Fuji ever shout.
When the moon is high in the heavens, the air so cool,
And the stars above smile like countless sacred beings…
That, is when the old thoughts return, my heart to rule!
As I do remember your voice, and my own spirit sings.
Published 19th Aug 2012
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19th Aug 2012 9:23am
Always we remember what it was like: the cold winds, the soft voices that sing lullabies. As usual your stories touches the memories of more innocent days, dear Jessica.
20th Aug 2012 4:36am
I am glad that you appreciate the beauty of this, my dear friend! There is both beauty and horror to be found in remembering things from long ago... but in this poem I tried my best to capture the beauty foremost. I am happy to see that I succeeded! :)
