Encounter With Time
by mir

standard disclaimers apply

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he watches as I stumble
watches as I, with shaking hands
lift the sword again

surrounding us
is only
only the roar of crashing water
but his voice is louder


the sunlight is warm
upon my shoulders
upon our shoulders
and the realization knocks my breath

the brilliant rays of morning
are just as warm
for me
as they are
for him
for him

he doesn't anticipate
my sudden pensiveness
but he laughs at the smile
that tugs spontaneously
as my lips

baka deshi

i've never seen the
in the statement

but then again
the joke's on me

i wrap the light around me
like a cloak
like the cloak on his shoulders
will one day it come to me?

he watches, amused
the world amuses him
it seems

i'm not waiting forever

is a time longer than I
can image
longer than I
can hope to dream of
my time
is now

the light dancing
the water
and the gentle wind
shishou still waiting

i take the sword
and will my hands
to stop shaking
there is no
except my own

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If you haven't guessed, this is Kenshin's POV during a moment of
training with Hiko. It came just as burst of inspiration late one night
while staring blankly at my computer screen. Yes, it's abstract --
but hey, I love this kind of thing (it makes you think, right?). I'm
tempted to explain it... but I think I'll just leave it open for interpretation.
In case you're wondering, "Driftwood" is next on my schedule. I've
half-a-dozen ideas for that fic bumbing into each other in my mind,
now all I need to do is figure out how to tie them together .