YellowQuantumComet

lyric poetry from the quiet edge of light. （光の縁の静けさから生まれる叙情詩）

[midorieneworks]

Night‑Pressure Series 8

inner pressure / closed gravity

[yellowquantumcomet]

A vivid beast strides on,

rending the city’s drowsy slumber.

The endless reign of towering spires—

it comes to bring their final dusk.

Bathed in light,

it scatters jewels into the night.

A lonely lyre sings—

its trembling notes, its ancient tune.

It snares the city,

undoing chains of crafted lies.

Carve open the future with your own hands;

there is no tomorrow you cannot seize.

I am the Beast.

Bearing the surge of life,

I pierce the darkness—

fangs blazing through the newborn dawn,

a wind-hole torn into the world.

[midorieneworks]

Night-Pressure Series 6

harvest rain — midoriene

[yellowquantumcomet]

Waves of wheat,

the wind passing through in gold.

A stranger’s whisper

drops into my chest

with a soft, ringing sound.

An invisible prayer:

that tomorrow

will remain tomorrow.

[midorieneworks]

Night-Pressure Series 1

deep into the night

[yellowquantumcomet]

In the depths of your eyes, a star resides—

its fierce radiance filling the night.It scorches the darkness with flame,

scattering a thousand lights.Go forth, beloved—

like a war‑god who draws the arrow to the bow.

[midorieneworks]

Night-Pressure Series 5

fragment of a quiet day — midoriene

[yellowquantumcomet]

The wandering bard once asked,

“Why are you so beautiful?”

“No… it is you who are more beautiful,”

she answered softly.

The flower they gazed upon

bowed by the river’s edge,

its white petals blushing red—

for your beauty was too much

for the world to bear.

[yellowquantumcomet]

Wandering

I am a wanderer—

no parents,

no children,

roaming the mountains and rivers of poetry.No home,

no wealth,

no box in which to place

the tag of my brief existence.Gathering only

the faint presences

that come to my fingertips

for no reason at all—they swirl,

they dwell,

and in time

become a nebula.

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[midorieneworks]

Night‑Pressure Series 7

inner pressure / void gravity / emotional density

— comment from a writer friend:

“crisp and refreshing — love the composition”

[yellowquantumcomet]

What are you looking at?

A black diamond,

the distant dawn of an annular eclipse.In your eyes,

a dazzling future is reflected.Casting off the bindings of the city,

you want to seize a tomorrow

no one has ever seen.“If we create a world

that shines with the blink

of a black cherub,”

you say with a smile.

[midorieneworks]

Night‑Pressure Series 3

A quiet pressure.

A world that doesn’t move,

but keeps breathing in the dark.

[yellowquantumcomet]

They say people are kindest when they are sleepy.

Because your eyes are gentle, like early spring.

And mine cannot turn away from yours.

[midorieneworks]

Night‑Pressure Series 3

A quiet pressure.

A world that doesn’t move,

but keeps breathing in the dark.

[yellowquantumcomet]

Reverie

Going, the snow becomes wind.

Passing, the wind becomes rain.

Cooling, the rain becomes sleet.

Freezing, the sleet becomes hail.

Softening, the hail becomes snow.—Snow.

Falling, it turns white.

From white to blue.

From blue to ash-grey, drifting like smoke.

Through clouds of leaden blue,

something descends.—A phantom.

A phantom indeed.

A trick of light

that shatters my heart

as it falls.

A voice once there,

a brightness once seen,

a dream remembered—

…a phantom.

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Japanese (original)

https://note.com/kiirobody/n/n21758a8caf6e?app_launch=false

Inspired by

David Lanz – “Reverie”

https://youtu.be/etXj34nNm_U