7/02/2006
a place of none
maples grew in the grove beyond the lawn
a little gate led to the hills
some of the maples were already turning red, like flames against the green
among the stepping stones on the lawn, wild carnations bloomed
in a corner to the left were a small well and a water wheel
a ceramic stool in the centre of the lawn seemed hot enough to burn anyone who sat on it
summer clouds towered over the green hills
it was a bright, quiet, ordinary sort of garden
the cicadas insistent shrilling sounded like dry rosary beads being rubbed together
there was no other sound
the garden was empty
honda realised he had arrived at a place without memories
the summer sun froze the garden in eternal stillness
- decay of the angel, yukio mishima
clear your thoughts and imagine the scene above
temporary comfort but nevertheless a brief escape
i hope it certainly helps.
a little gate led to the hills
some of the maples were already turning red, like flames against the green
among the stepping stones on the lawn, wild carnations bloomed
in a corner to the left were a small well and a water wheel
a ceramic stool in the centre of the lawn seemed hot enough to burn anyone who sat on it
summer clouds towered over the green hills
it was a bright, quiet, ordinary sort of garden
the cicadas insistent shrilling sounded like dry rosary beads being rubbed together
there was no other sound
the garden was empty
honda realised he had arrived at a place without memories
the summer sun froze the garden in eternal stillness
- decay of the angel, yukio mishima
clear your thoughts and imagine the scene above
temporary comfort but nevertheless a brief escape
i hope it certainly helps.
// posted by Unknown @ 9:05 AM 
