Nagasaki

A million paper cranes
could not save you.
Now your children walk
across the shadow bridge.

It took only an instant
for the terrible light to
sweep away your
ancient, wounded dreams.

Now the boiling river
carries the dust of your soul
to the angry bay and
out to the hopeless sea.

But soon the gentle moon
will rise and gather your sorrow
and carry it high up into
the cool, silent mountains.

Dream of the New Year.
Of cherry tree blossoms.
Of bright koi swimming
in clear temple pools.

Your children have crossed
over the shadow bridge now.
Know that they are safe.
Pray they do not know.

Nagasaki,

Sleep

by David Holliman
Created on: May 05, 2008

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