Dreams Breathe
無題
As if in a dream,
in a gentle Sunday afternoon
One flower in a waking dream.
Quiet things
A quiet Sunday afternoon,
and things resting softly in silence.
京都
In Kyoto, beneath the cherry blossoms,
dreams open their hidden depths — as if they were always leading us toward each other.
ゆ れ る
When moon meets moon, you and I sway, and sway again.
As if gathering back the stars that had fallen into the deepest hours before dawn.