Your long hair;

beautiful, you are

shorn of it.

The still wind;

without you, I am alone

this Kyoto fall.

When I awoke that

morning, the room was light;

no shadows remained.

But you were gone; my

eye sought out your face.

You had gone from me.

At first I laughed.

I grew cold; without you,

what purpose me?

Why call you mine?

Without your reality, sans

purpose, sans doubt.

Then I met you:

joy blossomed in cold heart.

Yet still, I lacked.

Now I lack both of you;

without you I was happy, but

without you I am

half myself.

I don't know anymore

who is here and who is not here;

I wish there were a way

to see again.

Begin once more.

I haven't actually written poetry in ages. Whee.

It's just as confusing as ever. (No thanks to the mystifying things the site does to my nice poetic formatting.) Frustrated yet? So am I. "You" refers both to Tsuzuki -- as an idea, a goal, and a man -- and to Nathan. "Sight" refers to Muraki's strange ability to see things he shouldn't be able to see -- namely, shinigami.

Also. I can, actually, write haiku. It is terrible haiku. Haiku purists, please note that not only do the first seven stanzas follow a non-traditional pattern (and that there's no overarching pattern), but that they are, namely, not about nature. Thus, they're not haiku.

Symbols? In my poem? You see what you want to see, but here's the "official interpretation" (in case you want to fight someone about it) : the first seven stanzas have an organized syllabic pattern, just as the narrator himself is organized. In the eighth pattern, what happens to him is, as we in the business like to say, he loses it completely: sudden free verse!

Of course, that could all be bullshit on my part. Would I lie to you?