Why did he die like that?
Alone at all times -- a bird in
a gilded cage -- his own words
a testimony to a life surrounded by
unnecessary silence.
He believed in me and I--
I could not deliver
He loved me and I turned away
for my own love
When all were gone and I was
down -- death by watery grave --
he saved me with tears in
his eyes.
He died alone, surrounded by many --
those that loved him as
an emperor and nothing more
because they could not see
the kindness and gentleness of
the man whose eyes sought
mine in a desperate moment --
fleetingly and with such
utter passion. . .
I, the one he wanted there for
him, was not there for him
And I can offer no words of
condolence that could proper express
my sorrow.
There are no words.
He was Hotohori.
Nothing and everything.