Layla Layla

Layla Layla
It is night
Layla Layla
In the valley
Layla Layla
The white light
Layla Layla
Breathes on darkness

Layla Layla
All the world
Layla Layla
Breathes a loud sigh
Layla Layla
And the birds
Layla Layla
Rush like dreamsand

Layla Layla
Hush my darling
Layla Layla
Dream the strong dreams
Layla Layla
Of the starling
Layla Layla
Dream of flight

the one who speaks Japanese with his eyes

Slits for eyes and thin spikes for hair. We’ve only spoken once, but he has a way of looking at me. I’m not quite sure how to put it. He takes Japanese classes and he’s taking out a Japanese girl, and I wonder which came first. But what I’m wondering more is why he looks at me with those slits for eyes and thin spikes for hair, as if we were spies and we both knew something the other one did know…and something the other one didn’t.