Dillon Staas

I love to watch the rising sun beyond the eastern sea

It fills my heart with memories of things that used to be

Returning me to yesteryear and all my youthful joy

Remembering experiences when I was just a boy

I came to this enchanted land, each sight a brand new thrill

And though so many years have passed, in dreams I see them still

I dream of climbing Fuji-san and looking from above

Across the verdent countryside to view this land I love

In spring I dream of cherry blossoms smiling down on me

Of parks and open spaces where the heart can wander free

Of lakes and swans and fishes and of many woundrous things

Enjoying this awakening the change of season brings

Her palaces and castles come to me in reverie

Beckoning for my return to where I long to be

The Torii of the temple and the Buddha's gentle face

All this and more urge my return into this special place

In time I may go back I pray, because I love it so

This one compelling reason tells my heart that I must go

The thing I miss the most, of all the treasures I recall

The beauty of her people, her most precious gift of all.

Dillon Staas

Oh gentle, loving people of the land of morning calm,

Hold sacred your new freedom, and listen to my psalm.

The seed of many nations came from far across the sea,

And paid a price on your behalf, for freedom isn't free.

The gripping fear, the stench of death, no longer fill your mind

The horrors of a battlefield have all been left behind.

Your children, dreaming peaceful dreams, safe in your arms each night,

Wake with a smile of innocence, to face the morning light.

Your homes, secure on quiet streets, bring comfort to the soul

From verdent hillside terraces to valleys down below.

Your mountain streams, now running clear, without a trace of red,

No sound you hear, no crying from the dying and dead.

So when good fortune smiles on you and fills your heart with cheer

Remember those who fought and died and left their futures here

Give thanks to them and make a speical place within your heart

That you and they, forever friends, shall never drift apart

Unless otherwise noted, the following poems are

written and copyrighted by Ellen Fair

Late last autumn we fell in love again

beside the bush clover in the garden near the lantern.

You touched a burning passion, pulsing deep within

a facade of pinstriped emotions.

My regrets gave way to desperate hope to replace kisses

long since dry on my lips.

We faced each other, ignoring your fault or mine,

and saw only love.

Late last autumn, we fell in love again

beside the bush clover in the garden near the lantern.

The gray skies herald the end of a long day

In the west the magic incense fades

Bring now the pillows of jade and the silk kimono

and let us drink of the twilight

and breathe the fragrance of now

For tomorrow's sun will herald the beginning of

a new day

Somewhere in an eastern land, ere I sleep 'tis dawn

Lovers whisper to the winds of days long past and gone

A dreamer dreams of dancing while falls the shades of night

Summer moths are flying toward the lanterns bright

This is a song of long ago, a song that must be sung

For once upon a yesterday the two became as one

Donning her silk kimono,

She began to dance and sang of Japan

As her feet ceased to dance, her white gown gleamed

She rose into the air until her song was hushed

and at last her feet touched upon

the land of her beloved

Eternal youth - Everlasting summer

Asian eyes wave the passing of time

She now takes the form of a memory

Fair skin, white ivory combs, silk kimono

Graceful Japanese belle

Sayonara does not always mean

goodbye

Your Asian eyes moist with tears

The touch of your hand

speaks of your brilliance

Your love for country and mankind

Our walks on Ocean Beach

Across the table you smile at me

And then we dance

All these things I love but most of all

I love you because you feed me with warmth and comfort

And you walked with me until I could walk alone

In my niwa, lovely garden, Ren'ai yume, oh how sweet

I stop beneath the torii, Soft petals at my feet

The petals of the hana, Sasayake of the rose

Aromatic ruby bara -- A yuri in repose

In this quiet place we know the lotus gently nods

My koibito stands beside me, I pause to thank the gods

Oh, my sweet koaishi! My love, my cherished king

oh mono no aware wo shiro

You are my everything.

During the Festival of Tanabata, he wrote a poem

on colored paper and attached it to a bamboo.

The birds formed a bridge to the high plain of heaven

and back again to listen to her song...

She sang in magic strains across the spheres in

tincture of sunset and seas of azure crystals,

a song heard only by her love

Dillon Staas

Oh lovely geisha maiden, won't you dance for me tonight

One hour dispell my loneliness and set my world aright

That I might know your graceful step and see your pleasant smile

That I might sit in sweet content and watch you for a while

Oh lovely geisha maiden won't you sing for me tonight,

Your songs of oriental love to make my spirits bright

This lost and lonely gaijin longs to hear the tender voice

Of one whose golden throated tones can make his heart rejoice

Oh lovely geisha maiden won't you play for me tonight,

And lift my lonely spirits up and bring them to the light

Then in the end when you have done, your magic spell now cast

My troubled heart shall weep no more. I'll be at peace at last.

The enchantment of fathomless skies

and sunrises at the Marishiten

the eight trails of light

leading into the forest and back again

a legend of your culture.

Hold my hand

let us touch the earth as we exchange souls

and make our vows.

Inside the inkstone box

are treasures we have written to be ours

when our hearts can no longer

thrive in the present.

 
You told

me to think

of heavenly things,

and my soul would then

reflect a pure and lovely soul.

Upon looking at my reflection,

I turned to see if you

were pleased, and

you were not

there.

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