At an Obon Festival
Shall I celebrate, sweet heart, and say
Adieu to those lovely spirits dying?
Shall I hold my fate, retreat, or stay
To witness the far-flung lanterns glowing?
The evening light, at times dimmed, flickers
Along the sea of lonely eastern isle;
The paper ship I folded quivers
As waves may drown my love just a while.
BUT no motion has she now, no breath;
She sleeps forever in dreams of mine,
Or wait, until the last candle’s death,
That I drink up each single drop of wine.
When sea no longer holds this preach of light,
Then let it live at least one peaceful night.
[First written on 26th August 2016; photo credit goes to http://ilikevents.com/images/share/event/kyoto-obon-festival/pic2.jpg]