The Figure Deep in the Mist

The pre-dawn air still holds no color
The outlines of the world are quietly holding their breath

In that silence, the depths of my heart tremble faintly
Like light falling onto the water's surface
Spreading out for no reason at all

People judge by appearances

A child who carries an air of being somewhat unapproachable
Might gently pick up a kitten on the way home
Without anyone ever knowing
They are simply called bad based on their vibe alone
Even though those hands might be kinder than anyone else's
That kindness
Remains hidden deep in the mist, unnoticed

When you stand in the mist, the sounds of the world fade away
And only the voice of the heart begins to echo faintly
Though it slips through your fingers if you try to touch it
A certain warmth remains in your chest
And that warmth
Quietly lets you know
Of the existence of things that cannot be measured by appearance

In the distance, a single stream of water flows
Gently stirring memories I had forgotten

Nameless feelings change shape deep in my heart
Remaining neither light nor shadow
Just lingering there
Like a kindness shown to no one

Holding onto that fluctuation
I look up at the still-colorless sky

Thinking quietly that the figure deep in the mist
Is different from the form reflected in my eyes
And feeling the light deep in my heart
Slowly breathing