In my dreams, the vibrant red of a hibiscus paints the inside of my eyelids.
The crying of cicadas and the soothing crash of turquoise waves
Lulls me deeper into my memories, my dreams; I am home, if only for the night.
Hermit crabs scuttle over my feet, buried in the white sands lining the island my heart aches for.
Lion dogs dance in shrines lost in the jungle
To the gentle strumming of a shanshin and the thunder of eisa drums
as my family dances and laughs in the busy cities surrounding the ancient castles,
Still strong and red despite the centuries.
The humid heat lingers, long after I wake up raindrop tears on my cheeks; I try to cling to the dream,
But I wake across the world from my heart.