Flutters
 
They flutter like a colibri, they do,
Like a caged bird with no knowledge of its condition,
With no thoughts but a premonition …
They flutter like snowflakes pushed against glass,
They do,
They cut like broken glass,
These nightmares,
Flutter like the eyelashes of a man newly blinded
Relentlessly, urgently, like a chained angel,
They flutter, flutter,
No, they explode like dynamite against the soft pillow,
The embers of sleep burn with this urgency,
Against the back of her head,
She wrestles with dreams foreign,
Dreams etched in her mind like inscriptions,
Dreams more real than the event they reflect upon,
Flutter like a car losing its grip on a road,
Somewhere far into the past, a car, crashing,
Flesh burning like charcoal, slowly, slowly,
She flutters, moves in her sleep, moves legs that are long gone,
Turns in her bed sharply, like a drill,
Like this dream is drilling her heart, gently,
They flutter, flutter, like blind fireflies,
Like her father’s last words
Lost within the screeches of a collision,
Lost forever in a void that consumes her,
Her tears the only firmament
Upon the map of this nightmare,
***
She opens her eyes with a start,
Relieved it was a nightmare, nightmare,
Nothing is real, except these tears
Then she thinks hard
And remembers
The crash that’s inscribed in her dreams
Is a part of her life in reality…
***
Each day she wakes up,
Dresses and hits the track,
Flutters like a colibri,  she does,
She flutters
Like a caged bird,
Like snowflakes pushed against glass,
Like a chained angel,
Eyelashes,
Like a bad dream,
A car crashing,
 
Running, the only firmament
Upon the map of her life
 
 
Sighs
 
I sigh, she sighs with me as well
In unison for once we do
There is a space between us two
A space no bridge can guide me through.
“You love your world, I love it too
But fail to see it as you do”
I try to reach her through the void
And loving her is hard to bear
But love I do and I do swear
That holding on and letting go
Seem the same thing through it all.
Past and future all is one
When the present is at hand
I fly I fall without a thought
She paints to help me see her soul
I talk to make her see my “self”
And yet we fail we often stall
It feels like snow on summer’s knoll
Confusing startling yet alluring
 
I sigh, she sighs with me as well
In unison for once we do
The space between us is our world
A world in which her “I” is mine.
She loves this world, I love it too
And everything’s all right…and true.
 
 
Thoughts From Hanako Ikezawa
Scarlet flakes across my back
Dryness upon a dainty face
A memory of the flame's attack
Right on my treasured place
 
Torn from those I thought I knew
A sincere teardrop hangs low
My lonely heart's cry is far from new
Since that day ten years ago
 
Locked away from outstretched hands
Although I've never smiled
I'm certain no-one understands
The world of an ember's child
 
A dream to be more than the scorch
Where associations draw
The light of my secrets' torch
Removes where I am sore
 
I wait for one to come and see
Who lies beneath violet skin
But until then I'll lay awake
Letting sadness trickle in