Random poem of the day

[ophelia_no_yume]

Nagakaramu kokoro mo shirazu
Kurokami no
Midarete kesa wa
Mono wo koso omoe
[Will he always love me?
I cannot read his heart.
This morning my thoughts
Are as disordered
As my hair.]

~ Lady Horikawa

Taken from the opening page of Charles De Lint's A Pattern of Silver Strings