Fukaze no Yuki
Fukaze no Yuki
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Fukaze
Snow of the winter wind
Beating against my porch lit
door
I think of loves past
Snow of the winter wind
Beating against my porch lit
door
Light feathers of angels
Littered on the ground
Creating small turrets
The moon’s silhouette
On the iridescent winters
below
Below me ever greens
A white blaze of furious love
How true and fake
Snow of the ever wind
Beating
Beating against my hard
ridden heart
You told me you’d never make
me cry
And if you catch me when I
fall
When you sleep
Will you sleep in the angle’s
bed?
Flaxen gold or soft white
Once more beating at the
cellar door
Soft fairies’ death
The fallen angel
Death
Sleep things eternal
Dream things a wondrous
The angel of life
Embraced the angel of death
“Love,” he said, “let us
For thee I love, for thee is
true.
Pureness, the innocents’ play
Love is eternal
Sleep is the death of time
And dreams, the death of
sleep
We are one, there is no in
between.”
They kiss of silk, a feather’s
glow!
Such light beading in the
darkness
And the snow is falling once
more
Just one more time…
The sadness of a misting
meadow
The unbroken calm of
The memory of a frigid chill
The peace of a creeping wave
The beauty of the reflecting
water
The touch of the falling snow
And the sadness of a curved
moon
All like a whisper of a
promise
Of a dream
All curled in the palm
Of the autumn leaves
In the crowding gray clouds
These pictures weave
In the shell of that
happiness
Like a friend of which one
fears
A prize and jolt and elation
The new life and touch
Of that dream which is not
A falsity, nor a reality
As such as
Snow of the Winter Wind
Caressing the harvest moon
High in the ebony forever
Not so soon to be stolen by
fleeting light
A light shines
In the darkness
A beacon, a candle of hope
In this silent, lovely night
Serenity is only present
In which to give to joy and
awe
For the purity of shimmering
blankets
They cover and protect
The silence
The silence of light
The snow of the winter wind
Beats against my porch-lit
door
I think of loves past
And on one last breath
I dream
Author’s Note: This is the
very first piece of fiction I ever wrote and I can’t pinpoint which year it was
made in. This was the origin of both my cousin’s new real name and my penname.
My cousin, upon moving to
changed his name to Fukaze Yuki after this poem. The
dialogue of this poem was the birth of my penname: Shinigamiinochi,
or Death and Life as one.