eyes on me

Even the sounds of footsteps on the sandy shore were echoing.

In that place, what was the thing your hand hid in your pocket?
 
Even my words froze.
In that place, what was the thing your white breath hid in the air?
 
Why were you standing behind me?
A dry wind blew then.
 
The eye of heaven told all about it beginning to repeat again.
It was forgetting the days and eyeing the empty heartless boxes.
The red eye was truly red.
 
My swallowed words looked on the pale moon casting a dim glow on your couth profile.
 
砂踏む音も響く此処
仕舞い込む手 隠すは何
 
息さえ凍る此処
立昇る蒸気 隠すは何
 
背後に立ち何を見る
風は乾き
 
亦ぞろ 始まりを告ぐ
日々に呆けた一切の鈍と化した心に
赤々 その姿映る
 
照らす横顔 青白い月の下
飲み込む言葉は見ていた