Crisp Life

I am walking now
About to finally escape the mist
Of this Memory World
And step into a world
Full of Life

As I open those oaken doors
I feel a breeze brush up against me
As the Crispness of Winter
Clings to the air

I look to the Full Moon
Then turn, to take one last glance
At the Memory World I had lived in
For so long

I take my first step forward
Into what appears to me
To be a foreign world
But as I take that step forward
My “home” fades, and soon disappears
Along with the mist

I am now walking
Smiling as the Full Moon shines
And the dewdrops fall
Into such a beautiful world
Full of Life

I can smell the freshness and beauty
In this new world that I have entered
But even so, this world holds a sense of familiarity to it
So as I took that first step, I smiled with a heart full of joy
‘Tadaima.’

A year has passed,
And with returning to this world
I feel as though my heart has been lifted.
I am filled with a sense of relief
‘But what…’ I wonder
‘…has my heart been relieved of?’

I am now walking
Being guided along this path
That was formed for my arrival
From that once present Memory World

As I walk,
I look to you, Full Moon
And speak softly into the winter air

‘I want to thank you…’
The words flow into the whistling wind
‘…for you have guided me…’
Traveling across the night sky
‘…into this Crisp Life.’