Entry #1Knocking permeates through the empty street, Is anyone there? The sound breaks the stillness Is anyone there? The response beyond the moon's ghastly shadow is a pitiful moan Is the sorrow lost if it mourns to one who's already lost? It matters little, the ocean I'll traverse is endless The billed-cap fisherman would watch me return in ruin A tolerable ruin, flanked behind the crashing of a high tide I can't let go My love once ebbed and flowed But now it holds the fury of a tsunami It'll only end in my own plunder, but I don't care. Is anyone there? |