You gently walked into my dormant barren life.
Enchanted was I, by your charm and grace;
That I forgot all about my eternal internal strife.
It was you my lady, who reacquainted me;
With the joys of summer and the thrills of winter.
Intoxicated was I, in your love blissfully;
That I lost myself in your benevolent persona.
No longer was I haunted by my malicious past;
Nor by the fears and insecurities of the future.
As the wheels of time came to a abrupt halt;
I became you, and what I saw was me .
To unfreeze time, as death unleashed its fangs;
I became the arid desert that I was once.
But my love, the very death which separated us;
Will very soon coalesce us for eternity.
I was deeply moved by the characters of Naoka and Toru of Norwegian wood by Murakami, which led to this post. This is my perception of what Toru would say before he chooses to embrace the already dead Naoka over Midori. Moreover not knowing what to call it, I just named it Norwegian Wood.
