Dust

The stars were twinkling,
Hidden above a smoky
Tokyo dead-of-night.

A lamp post sprouted,
Steel flower by asphalt stream -
Watching cars sail past.

Its light flickered once,
Twisted against filament,
Trapped in glassy shell.

(Whispering prayer,
Incandescence overflows
And finally breaks loose.)

Grey shards scattered, blown.
Freedom soared into purple
Harajuku sky.

In the harsh darkness,
No-one looked up to see the
New constellation.