Sleeping love

You’ve fallen perfect

composed in my sight

like a monumental piece of grain

a beautiful sage.


In my wicked greed, I want you to stay asleep.

From every direction I see,

every way I turn you,

you’re something I wanted, something I begged for

some day, some time,

down the line.



I can dazzle all the world’s love your way, but you won’t stay.

You’ll awake.


I know,

I know, that the thing that binds my sight

to you is your glorious flight.

Your wake.

You looking right through me

at something far,

somewhere I don’t belong.


I know.

I fear.

I feel.

It’s the only way.

So, my beauty, without me,

go sail away.


Image – The Sleeping Man of Oguri Kohei by Nemuru Otoko, 1996