Suguru Geto

"Beneath red blossoms drifting slow,
two koi trace the same old tide.
White as dawn that blinds the sky,
black as ink where shadows hide.

They circle branches bent with bloom,
petals bleeding through the stream,
echoes of a shared beginning,
what they were, and what they seem.

One carries light like a promise kept,
untouched, untethered, vast.
The other holds the weight of grief,
of choices rooted in the past.

Once, they swam as one clear thought,
no line between the dark and bright.
Now the water knows their distance,
still entwined, yet split by fate.

The blossoms fall. The current turns.
Neither yields, neither forgets.
Two koi bound by silent vows,
love and loss the water keeps."