All I Have

If it be lit by dim, tiny flame. What dull time spent in hours before seem to flee to with a disappearing sun. That realm beyond the gloam. When color drains from sight and all that the eyes bear are flickers of amber. Until such light is spent. Seems all the time I have with her. As if dreams were every breeze grasped but never held. As if these dreams are only when I am with her. Then this all ends. Faded day breaks and the sands turn over once more. One less moment in paradise. That place where we … Continue reading All I Have

What Is

What is said of what she is, could be myth if spoken. What beauty could still the breath as much steal it away. Eyes that lit every candle in every window on darkest night. A smile that tames the fiercest tide as it breaks upon the shore. What chill could there be if she were here in every winter snow? What could be said of who she is, never in the shadow of any doubt. Undeniable as the dawn, inevitable as the morning, and all the sun for the day yet to pass. – Mitsuo Tanaka Continue reading What Is

1993

Thinking about the past. Like some black and white photo we never took. Like a song that remained on ink and paper. Like that last kiss never left our lips. It’s as faded as the memory of that day you smiled at me. No matter how much I try to keep it in my heart, my head just can’t see it clearly anymore. Blur, haze, and dreams that vanish when I awake. That one last smile and it was never more. Much like your hand in mine, and every day we promised to be together. Continue reading 1993

Thoughts on 1/15/20

Run all night. Foggy windows, concrete, rain. Run into the wind. Cutting chill, burning breath, heart like a jack hammer. Run, and never know where to. Just to what dreams that lie over that distant horizon. Past the asphalt, glass, and the plume of grime that covers it all. Into fields of green, dotted with heathers, clovers bright and lush. Past these into silver clouds that lead to where I would call home. In that once upon a time. Run, into every night, like a fleet horse in a race. Run, but somehow never touch this place. – Mitsuo Tanaka Continue reading Thoughts on 1/15/20

A Day

Silence then waves upon stone. Lake, shore, chill in the air. Scent of the evergreens. Breeze, ripples, the water sweet after hours in the sun. The sky, electric blue, clear and cloudless. Grass filled with pine needles. Fades now as the light wanes. Shadows like writing wrought from the coming ether. A story now in the ever after. A good day and so in that glass of memory. – Mitsuo Tanaka Continue reading A Day

Should

Should I fall in love, I ask never to forbid me. I ask but the moon to cover you. Every bit of its radiance and nothing more. Should I ever fall in love again, never say that I cannot. I ask but a day with you, in sun, in laughter, and all the hours spent in such. Should I ever be in love once more, I ask to never to turn away from me. I’d rather see your smiling face in those moments, in my memory forever. – Mitsuo Tanaka Continue reading Should

Heart Somewhere

Strange this beating in my chest. Dull thuds as if in march. No pyre, just cold bare earth. Icier still, the sky above it. As if all that was done was but the game of others. Some that live in ivory spires, and those beyond. Some that need never to see such places. Abyssal realms, and their brass crowns for all that rule. Pulsing if but the slowest measure, and I trudge forward, one day looking like any other. – Mitsuo Tanaka Continue reading Heart Somewhere

In That Void of the Mind

If I should go, trackless dust upon the stars. As much as a breeze, there and forgotten when gone. What voice I’ve had as mute as it ever was. What lingers in echo falls still, silent, and unremembered as much as unremarked. If I should go, no terror awaits me at any lit dawn. Night is gone, dreams like heartbeats and drums. Songs muttered with pursed lips. Scylla if it ever were. All these things as they were before and ever now. However there, in every night sky. Beyond those places of light and fire. – Mitsuo Tanaka Continue reading In That Void of the Mind