Memories by Rae Louise Jones

Kioku*

I often long to return
To simpler, lucid times
When I travelled the deadly deserts,
Wallowing in self-pity
When I should have embraced the golden sun
With all my emancipated strength

I often long to return
To somewhat magical times
When I explored the winter city,
Wallowing in fake loneliness
When I should have enjoyed the snowing solitude,
The freedom to bask in me

Sleeping without dreaming,
I exactly exist

I often long to return
To the simpler, lucid times
And the somewhat magical times
With all the confidence, intelligence,
The bliss and invisible friendships
That now dwell inside my soul

I’d joyfully embrace the golden sun,
I’d intensely enjoy the snowing solitude,
I’d appreciate my treasures, old and new,
With the freedom to appreciate me

Dreaming without sleeping,
I exactly exist


* Japanese for "Memory"