Warning - This is my original poem. If anyone steals this piece of writing and claims it as your own, I will report you. That is all...
The youthful river lashes its channels
as the paper lantern dips
near the grassy bank.
This pale light will be your sinking ship;
a guide to Enma's domain.
Striking the match,
a rush of heat
licks the tips of my calloused fingers.
My fingernails, once rosy
now scald to a bright shade of red.
While the flame burns,
I smell the acrid smoke,
the tide of memories moves my hands.
There they find my silver heart;
an engraving from the reception hall
where you and papa once danced.
I can almost see the day of your wedding,
the silk of the dress
with the lace of the veil.
How happy the both of you looked
after the kiss
wearing mama's red-brown lipstick smile.
Those memories fade to the background
before the warm-colored gradient
fills the sky.
The sight of it leaves me speechless;
a reminder that this festival must end.
If I look to the heavens and concentrate
the image of our family
dances behind my eyes.
Before my plans can be formed
reality's cold reason floods my brain.
'Don't think about it.
Just set it adrift, then leave.'
My hands clench as the idea races
just like a jerky marionette,
seen on the Bunraku stage.
With a rush of enlightenment
and the idea of being liberated
from this world,
I come up with a plan.
But without consent,
my leg moves forward;
first the right, then the left.
Pulled forward by some bodhisattva
I push the lantern downstream.
Watching the red covering
and wire ribs hold shape.
It's too late to go after it -
reality has won this round.
Frozen and unable
to chase the lead
all I do is kneel on the ground.
From what I recall
the downed-out whispers
buzzed about what they thought
was an animal's cry.
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