Your fingers… your chest… your eyes…
They appear so bright that there are nights I grow dizzy.
That brightness suddenly falls upon my body, ever so warm…
I drank deep of those prismatic stars.
Like a bursting spark, it put me in a tight spot—
That’s how I learned to walk onward once again.
Oh, God… please, please let me hear your voice!
Just the slightest words will do!
So that we’ll never be apart again,
I want you to join with me…
Just like that constellation.
Even in dreams, my heart is somehow never at its best—
So don’t bother worrying… about my grievances and tears.
Pulling a string from my unraveling sweater, I constantly tried to weave a constellation,
Using our fingers as the stars.
It ended up so terribly haphazard that we both had to laugh!
If you were truly there with me in that moment… that’s more than enough.
Even though I can now express love
Toward any manner of difficulty,
In the space between this weakly tied daybreak,
I could only look into your eyes…
Those lightly colored eyes.
You spoke in a voice
Like pure-white porcelain… The smell of winter.
Within my heart, a silently raging storm
Rose up, along this darkened path.
Then twinkling stars fell down from overhead…
So immersed in them,
I was nearly brought to tears.
Oh, God… please, please let me hear your voice!
Just the slightest words will do!
So that we’ll never be apart again,
I want you to join with me…
Just like this constellation.