Winter Smell

I can feel your kind touch again

   Your misty fingers brushing my hair.

The smell of a soil after a heavy rain

   wraps me.

Soft dew falling down from the frozen clouds;

and here is your warmest cold embrace.

The sun is done with his work..softly walking away.

What is left is just you and me.

Though flowers and green are almost gone,

   Still your beauty twinkles coating the street

    with white cotton made of pearls.

A masterpiece that needs no colors...It is you!

But i know someday you will kiss my cracked lips

  again with goodbyes...

But now is the time to lie with you;

  In your arms that cover with crystal blanket

     falling from the heaven;

enjoying your sweet cold caress...

elric 7-27-2010

room 556 washington hotel, shinjuku, tokyo , japan