Remember Me, Please
Up there, once again.
At dawn with the
twilight, looking down at the land below.
Among after the
rushing clouds,
Once again, reminded
of how beautiful it looks.
I wondered…
What would it be like
to be there down from the sky?
Even so, I stretch my
hand out to nothingness.
No one to heed my
call, but I feel a slight euphoria.
To my curiousity I
heed, I rush to a fountain.
A coin I throw in,
waiting for a call to my thoughts.
The wish to visit the
land below.
…
Ah?
A voice I hear
whispers into my ears.
Are you the voice of
the fountain?
“Your wish shall be
here, but not for long.” It tells me.
It must be the answer
to my call.
As I sit down near
the fountain to sink into my thoughts,
Someone sits down to
accompany me.
“What are you
pondering?” They interrupt me.
From my figments, I
try to piece together an answer.
“The land below” I
tell them so.
Before I could tell anything
more, I had vanished.
Down from there, now
here
At dusk with the
twilight, looking around in the land below.
Among after the
rushing leaves by the wind,
After feeling how
beautiful it all is,
I turn around and
someone glances at me.
Someone who looks to
be wondering of who I am.
I smile at them and
whisper:
“Remember me, please…”
Before I inevitably
vanish back to the clouds.
I too wonder…