Periaktoi Writing Post

Have you ever looked up at the sky

From a dry well?

The stars there

Seems no different from outer world.

Those bright still bright,

And gentle still gentle;

Those who streak through the sky

Are never less gorgeous.

Even the wind did not become dreary,

Just me.

 

Have you ever looked up at the sky

From a dry well?

There rest the dreams

That failed to wait for an ending;

Those dreams --

Glittering or beautiful or serene

Buried in the past year in stillness.

Still can I admire

But not to lay a finger on

Then take it away from my memory, please --

Thus still can I imagine

Never were they dusted,

Never did they tarnished.

 

Have you ever looked up at the sky

From a dry well?

And one was coming,

Light and warmth he wearing,

So bright and seemed to penetrated the darkness

And shone gently upon me.

Hold out your hand

Said I -- but I forgot --

It is the well that I am in;

The well

Where joy has died

And love almost run dry.

-- so let him go,

Back to the world he belongs --

In the wind I could never feel

With the bliss I have never known.

 

Stand up.

Open my eyes.

Reach hands.

Heaviness around so suffocating

Is it a present fate bestowed on me?

I have heard them say --

The best way to treat an irreturnable gift,

Is to accept it, elegantly.

 

Please allow me

To gaze into every crack

To stroke every brick

And to kiss the wall that fettered me

--if not can I break it.

If my voice's hoarse,

Then let it be hoarse;

As long as I still can utter a cry

Let me sing --

Let my voice clamber up the well

Resound and echo

Before it reaches the sky

--or falls

Let me sing, with all my life, all my spirit

And all my soul

Since I could feel an ache no more.

 

Have you ever looked up at the sky

From a dry well?