Poem for Zac by Rumi Fujita

The snow is on its way and nothing has been changed
The wind in your hair still seduces me
Winter can always pass those pale moons are floating
A braze of colour falling since summer was stolen away
Even the trees are freezing love lost in lies was never meant to be
Even the trees are freezing a broken heart leaves faded
The wind has lost its strength and waves are washed away
So hull down our sailing and mourn for winter
Like silent seas under ice not a word was spoken
You know when summer returns I wish to set sail again
The snow is on its way and nothing has been changed
The wind in your hair still surrounds me
This country stands so alone
A braze of colours falling since summer was stolen away, away..
The snow is on its way and nothing has been changed
This wind in your hair still surrounds me
And it’s cold and it’s dark and you’re alone in the dark…
(by Rumi Fujita)
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10 thoughts on “Poem for Zac by Rumi Fujita

  1. Sadly beautiful.
    – The wind in your hair still seduces me… I got the picture… and agree. The simple little things is the most seducing in people.
    – It’s cold and dark… and you’re alone in the dark : He has been kissed by dementors… (Harry Potter’s dementors, pictured perfectly depression mood).
    I should try to write something about him as a poem… but I’m not really good with English.

    Thanks Rumi for sharing. Once again… Sadly beautiful.

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  2. Oh Rumi, this is so nice ❤ And thank you for letting us read it. I really appreciate it because I write poems on my own and I know how it feels to show them. Your poem has such a beautiful dark mood and I like that it is not rhyming. I am actually not good in it 😉 I also love the lines with the hair and "trees are freezing love" is just ❤ I am a little bit afraid to post my one because my English is not perfect and I am frigthened it is too personally 😦 Please encourage me!

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    1. C’mon Anja, it doesn’t matter whatever bad English or too personally. Poem is poem, and it’s just imagination, and thoughts.
      Three of us, I mean you, me and Virgi have own language so still English skills don’t matter don’t you think so? Can’t wait for reading yours x

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  3. To encourage you Anja… I’ve finished to write a little poem about Zac. After this… you won’t be shy to share yours.

    My grey eyes looking at you

    My grey eyes were looking at you
    While you were caressing your bass
    founding how long your fingers are.

    My grey eyes were looking at you
    While you were dancing on New Order’s Blue Monday
    Wishing I was dancing too.

    My grey eyes were looking at you
    While you were laughing out loud
    wondering what makes you feel so happy.

    My grey eyes were looking at you
    While you were kissing a lover
    trying not to be jealous.

    My grey eyes were looking at you
    While you were lightning a cigarette
    worrying about your health.

    My grey eyes were looking at you
    While you were sadly looking down
    making me feel so blue.

    Now you’re gone,
    your brown eyes would never see themselves
    through the mirror of my wet grey eyes
    when they were looking at you.

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  4. No… I don’t. It’s all about my imagination. I haven’t met him (and never will). I think he was a New Order fan (with the Epsom Mad Funker)… and Blue Monday is such a great new wave song (as lots of New Order songs)… always want to dance when I ear it.

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