Twinkles Of Dawn: Poetry of Light

What landscape will emerge, What accessibilities, inaccessibilities, What cultivability, After the ash settles and the rock cools, Lies nowhere in our power. Our only freedom Abides in choosing, or not choosing, To open ourselves to the changed terrain, To search for paths and passes amid the alien crags, To grow what vines we can, where we can, And to taste the new wine without regretting the old. If I were of a settled disposition, Content with the settled daily round Of little worries, little pleasures, What, how much, my lioness, would I ever have to offer To your travelling spirit, Your vast, leonine heart, Your unvanquishable wantonness?

You see in me confusion, weakness, love of self. All present; you know me through and through. But what of that great blaze of hope and courage, My love of you?

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If I were of a settled disposition, My predictable worries, predictable pleasures Would never touch you, Huntress of the wide horizons. In my unquiet manysidedness I am more companionable to you, body and soul, Than any prideful claimant to the state of being whole. To your watchful eyes I am the kaleidoscope of sunset; To your tearing teeth, a full array of prey; To your fiery loins, ten thousand ways of wooing; To your inner needs, new attempts at answers every day.

High in this storm-whipped pine I long to shutter my stinging, too far-seeing eyes. But cannot; Ache to loose my grip on thrashing, wrenching limbs, But cannot; Struggle to find a foothold Where nausea and cataclysmic descent do not constantly threaten, But cannot. We glimpse the future As movements in a candlelit room Viewed through a curtained window From a darkened street.

As I lay beside you last night A torrent of quietude entered me. I knew the completest of deliverance, The stillness of the buddhas. But, as we now arise in the sadness of unrisen day, Other torrents return to play; Mindfulness delivers a broken, rousing roar; The marches of the psyche are again at war. The trees in their autumn wetness Waltz and foxtrot past our window to the roar of wheels. You sit listening to rhythms from other sources, Your head and shoulders astir in tempoed sinuosity.

Though the vaults of sky are immaculately blue, The trees calm and gleaming in their nakedness, The watchful geese as silent as the mere,. My mind refuses to be still, Refuses to be clear, Is spell-bound by the roaring swirl of all-polluting fear. This was no dome above me, But a high, flat chequered ceiling - A chessboard; It was ideal terrain, all the same, For thoughts of kissing and dismissing. As I fixed my gaze on high I pondered on kissing moves in my own game - Not between king and bishop, But between king and queen, queen and king - And on the likelihood of the checkmate of dismissal; Pondered and was very afraid.

At once I heard a voice from deep within the dreaming, Deep within the fear. It told me simply to go to you, Told me this with the authority of angels. So, without even the gratitude of a genuflection, I gathered round me my rags of courage, Left my seat, left the church, Came to you, full of care. At take-off I was dozing, My mind hazily painting me pictures Of heaped cloud illumined from above By a three-quarter moon, Hazily telling me tales Of Enlightenment born of the beauty of such illumining.

Snapped awake by a rattling drinks trolley, I peered hopefully out of the window, But saw no cloud, no moon, Only a sprinkling of streetlamps far below. No prompting, then, to cast off linear thought, Except from the chaotic constellation of the terrestrial lanterns And from your unintelligible smile As you intercepted my searching eyes.

My first home was five minutes from the shore. Twice in my childhood The sea under darkness slithered up my street Filling it with the splashing sounds of nervous neighbours. In the morning it had gone. Everywhere we perceived its leavings: Sand, shells, stones, A spectrum of mysterious jetsam And a ripe, sharp smell. On this lakeshore - where so much change began - I seem to find stasis. Woodpeckers still hammer away unseen on high; Thunderclounds still move their menace through the virgin-blue sky; Wine-jugs still pass from hand to hand; And the songs that I offer to the evening air Have been roused from the same old perennial lair.

As memories surge like pins and needles through my mind My eyes stray to the weeping willows, but stay dry. Has the Balaton heat stoppered my tear-ducts; or have I? Beneath my feet the stradun gleams Like a still sea under a harvest moon; Stone rises perfectly around me in the raiment of dreams. Over the polished paving I meditatively glide Towards laughter under the simple arches of an ancient palace, Where, amidst familiars, my complexities can hide.

As the night deepens, I leave, leave completely, exquisitely alone, Inebriation seconding contemplation in the warm obscurity, Re-igniting every inner light that I have ever known. We lie tight together in this crumbling lair As right for each other as two lines in a prayer. Our closeness puts paid to the dark of the night, And our dreams launch our minds' soft embrace into flight To a vast sculpted structure open to the sky In silence as sweet as an infant's first cry, Where terrors to come and pain echoing still Are ground to fine nothing in the moment's sharp mill.

We let the mood take us, let thought drain away, Let love lead us on in a new, quiet way; So, stretched on a white marble plinth made for two, We just watch the old stars being endlessly new. Can the torments of the turning wheel Be stopped For the price of a hollowing and hallowing of rock, A carving of compassion into the cliff's white wall? How would Gautama have responded to these images? Still, looking into these eyes, I was, for more than a moment, Quite ready for the Eightfold Path, Abjuring all desire - except to steal a second glance.

As another solitary Sunday slips away, I sip and savour wine and thoughts as dark as the darkening sky. I think of strength and am led to view my every weakness. I think of freedom and know myself to be enslaved. I call up song, but, light though it be in the verse, It is heavy, ever heavier in each following refrain. Another glass of wine will not rescue me, nor sleep. Even oblivion is not entirely oblivious!

The day quietens and the skies clear. From my high window I watch the late sun light trees I cannot name And buildings I can. My solitude is palliated by the quarrels of sparrows And the faint evensong of American pilgrims in the far Pavilion Bar, But mostly by the presence of many absences, Favoured pulses in my circuitry. Our every love — unbalanced, undervalued, or unfulfilled — falls short: Son-father, brother-sister, friend-friend, lover-lover … no exceptions; Yet, somehow, this evening at least, The disappointments and the squanderings fail to mark.

If it were not so, my unbodied guests would be putting me to the question, Restlessly sifting evidence. Instead, I sit surrounded by what was, is, unrequited, uncompleted in my life, Most wondrously at peace amidst it all. Each movement moves us closer. In the circle we run rings together; In the line we are drawn into an even tighter geometry.

We constellate under the stars, Concatenated by the patterned chains of steps, Concelebrating as our synchronized limbs keep the feast. When the music stops, the dance dies, But, in the graveyard watches of the night, Rises again, its afterlife assured. The dream is of Dublin … Or is it? Some buildings I almost know, But the streetscape is indecipherable.

I am lost, Trying to find my people and my home In the company of an emeritus professor of history - So ancient and frail he needs my steadying arm - Whose polished commentaries on the pedigree of our route Fail to take us any closer to our goal. I sense that beneath the concrete and the asphalt My near kin lie in unmarked graves Which, search though I might, Are beyond discovery.

I seem irremediably disconnected from my unfindable dead And from every alley, every avenue we follow. At length, a mighty watchtower looms above us, Baroque and beautiful. I know that I must clamber to its heights, Survey the city from its antique platform, Or condemn myself forever To discerning nothing in my wanderings But monuments to my confusion.

The river here is as broad as my philosophy, Under the autumn sky a flowing lake of far-travelling gold. I am far, far downstream of you in this time and place, And yet the silken rope that moors us each to each, Miraculously holds. When I rest against the parapet To close my weary eyes, You are instantly before me, Your face against mine.

Amidst so much water under the bridge, Amidst such an expanse, a confusion, a matted history Of glistering dreams, How can a single vision so determinedly engage the inner eye? As darkness falls and I rush for a barely catchable train, My heart's blood answers the river's restless whispers, And still the mooring holds. At five I am awake and under way, My body singing like the sun-struck birds, Imagining a life shaped like today, An end to grey defeat and joyless words.

I amble to the lake-shore, close my eyes. Relive in sharp recall the midnight hour, Embrace you, touch you, hear your tiny sighs, Submit with scarce a struggle to your power. This newness builds a keep, where peril waits, But heedless, headlong, glad, I hasten to its gates. Trembling trees give back the morning sun, A lullaby for my tired eyes.

I surrender for a dream-crowded moment, Awaking to the ache of my mischievous mathematics And a nostalgia for simplicity. Invitation to a Journey Join me in the quiet, leafy grace Of that spacious, sunlit square; Ever since I saw and loved you I have somehow waited for you there. Let us simply walk together Under the chestnuts' roseate blaze, Treading the stones in mysterious oneness, Travelling far in each other's gaze. Life in the raw — from Wexford Bridge. But my ignorance pounces on me at every turn of the page.

I am made restless and am yet at peace.

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I meditate on all that is not In a tunnel of haloed clouds Viewed through a smeared window. My manifold musing is suddenly a conduit, Trickling what feels like warm resin Into the spreading cracks between my thoughts. Is this flow significant? A balm of new cohesion? The flammable foundation of some moral conflagration? Or a fragrant overbrimming of uncontainable love? In the warm afternoon fruit ripens, over-ripens everywhere. Figs fall at our feet; Pomegranates loll shamelessly open on the branch; Sweet grapes, barely covered by flame-red leaves, Offer themselves to our fingers and our lips.

When night descends we are caught unawares by stillness, Which forces us to reverie, contemplation, mystical states. Listening to the deep voice of this silence, We hear everything necessary. Outside my window, in the comfortless October sunshine, They are still playing croquet; This morning I collided with a tall, young man Striding through the autumn chill in bright Bermuda shorts. For me, though, no regrets. This fast-closing winter will be a sanctuary. The still eye of its rowdy storms will be my anchorage; Its silent, savage frosts, my book of hours. Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch'entrate ,.

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And where, with them, I too shall die to hope, die to you, die to everything. D i s tractions from the St Matthew Passio n. Saints in their glittering niches move not a finger, not an eye Amidst this Lutheran song: Mein Hirte nimm mich an! Tides of tenderness, ever flowing for you as the years go by, Pool deep, finding what basins of the heart they can.

Sculpted ceiling, ornamented altars, columnated nooks Echo the simple croon of death: Ruhe sanfte, sanfte ruh ; In my mind I wonder at your shining, spearing panoply of looks; Yet am as azure in serenity as the tiny, fresh-faced choristers robed in blue. Night comes later day by day, and night by night the day is ever closer. This winter, of which I hoped so much, is ending in a bright whimper of crocuses, Leaving me still hungry for its dark joys, dark wisdom. I have learned nothing from my restless hibernation except… That hope unsustained sustains itself; That, heaven or hell, desire has an afterlife; Unexplained re-burgeonings of love require no explanation.

Let us live, my Lesbia, and love, And let us value the mutterings of harsh old men At no more than a solitary penny. Suns set and can rise again, But we, when once our brief light dims, Must sleep one unchanging, everlasting night. Then a second thousand, then a second hundred Then keep going for a thousand more, then a hundred more, And then, when we have done a multitude of thousands, We shall mix them all up together so that we lose count, And so that no evil eye can envy us, Knowing the great number of our kisses. The congregation drifted out into the sunshine, But I stayed, observing the remnants: I wept warm tears - the wine no doubt; But if God had not already long left the building, He'd have done the same.

Roof of the World. It was just before my seventeenth birthday that she betrayed me, Snogging with some lanky rugby player after the school play; He revealed all, bragging in the dining hall next day, As I unobtrusively imploded, silently bending a spoon in half Before leaving the building for my night of the soul. Thirteen hours later I lay on the rack of my bed, Tortured by the taste of tainted kisses, the sting of worthless declarations, Until, not knowing what I intended, I struggled to my feet, Pulled a storm of clothes over my pyjamas and tiptoed down the stairs Through the front door, into night.

I climbed on to the ledge above the big bay-window to be near her room; Some half-formed fantasy had painted an image of us speaking tender truths to each other; But she heard me, saw my shadow on her curtain, and screamed, Sending me, panic-stricken and ashamed, leaping into tenebrous uncertainty, Scurrying away like a thief in the night. I, the inoffensive, blameless boy, had entered the skin of a nocturnal marauder, Could now frequent in convivial fellowship the creatures of the night. Lost to the Light I emerged from class, Tired and snuffling, Into the full blaze of the autumn morning sun, Which took away my vision of the world, Reducing it to a collection of vague dark shapes, As my eyes, my mind, filled with brilliance.

There has risen before me A shining impossible to circumvent, In whose aura all percepts lose significance. I am lost to the light. To my left I see a Frenchman frowning and grumbling into his phone,. Disapproving of his croissant, and, from his glance, of me,. Determined laughter issues from their faces, which are not. The breakfast-room seems awash with mirthless male visages,.

When you return with yogurt and fruit your eyes kiss mine,. More About This Website. You gave me breathing summer In sunsweet gasps of new desire, Granting me an access to the skies. Critic Course set for the navigable heart, He ran aground on dust. Minstrel Singing life into hours Is but one of his powers. His ditties have daggers. Philosopher From this bridge - As from any bridge - The view of the river was quite unique.

Professor Conform your skill, Bill, To my will. When I was four years old I found a way to the roof of my world. On a quiet, lonely afternoon I squeezed and slithered under South Road School gates,. Weaver of dreams and caster of spells; you've got that odd magic about you. I fall from the stars just to catch a glimpse of your face. You cast me from the midnight sky to enter your dreams. In your dreams I am there on a white horse, your lady fair, and you touch my face and I fall in love with you. And you say,' My dream of you. What magic do I have to counter that?

I will gladly play your lady my knight. For you've got that odd magic about you that I cannot resist. And I realize you've never cast a spell at all. For I was the willing participant all along For love just does that! I think of you from dusk til dawn, and all the times far beyond. The magic that you weave in me, is more than just a fantasy. Am I in your heart and mind? Or have you left me way behind?

Come lets linger with a kiss, for every moment with you is bliss! Deep in your arms I need a sanctuary far from the ice and snow. Only you can take me there, where the flowers grow. How I need to feel your touch make the numbness go away. Melt the ice around my heart, I need a sanctuary today! Look to the sky, for I am there, cloaked in stardust and long dark hair. I am waiting for your return, and like a star each night I burn. Look to the stars for that is me, lighting my love for you endlessly.

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Oh my love, open your eyes. For I am there in the skies! Tonight's the night I always say, but each moment slips away. I wait and wait but never see, except in dreams and fantasy. But to hope I'll hold on tight. Waiting for you in the night. When I feel your midnight kiss, and dream the dreams of nightly bliss! In the heights of the sky I call to you. There is silence in the midst of the stars. In dreams you can hear their song. Listen for my song, for it is only for you my love! In the heights of the sky I touch you. Do you feel me? Here in the wideness of space we are one, in our flight of pure love of eternity.

Don't be afraid my love for it is only me.

Into the night, in silent thought, I dream of you. Where are your thoughts tonight? Do you remember me too? It's been too long since I've touched your lips and said your name. But do not think I've forgotten, for my feelings are still the same. I feel the magic of your kiss and hear your voice on the wind. I feel your arms around me, and I never wish it to end.

So if your thinking of me too, in the silence of the night, Come to me in our sacred place and hold onto me so tight! Like an artist's canvas, you are etched within my heart. Your smile, your laughter and your face haunt my dreams everynight.

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Like the waves upon the shore, there is no end of you to me! You are the one, and you will always be. I see your face so vividly although we've never met. And though we've never spoken, your voice I can't forget. I hear you call out to me everynight under the starry sky. I feel your touch, as you paint yourself upon the canvas of my soul. Follow me, oh my love and let us fly away together. Through veiled mist of forest, across rivers and glade, let us take our sanctuary; let us be No rules, no follies, just peace and contentment.

Let us be free. Follow me, oh my love where crystal waters flow. Hear the music of the trickling stream, as it flows across the rocks. Feel the life and always live it to the fullest. Follow me, oh my love and touch my hair as I lay my head on your shoulder. Kiss the dove and hear it's joyful song. It has a life of it's own, that will live on through eternity! Come to me heart of my heart do not deny me your love.

Do you hear a song from the stars, imparting where love doth flow? Let's steal gently into the night, where all the lovers go! So come to me my lover soul, let's fly over land and sea! And perhaps the day will come, when you remember me! Then together we shall go, to the sanctuary of love! If my love was a bird in the evening sky,. But my love is an echo, calling your name,.

If my love was a black hole in the outer rim,. I'd pull and I'd pull, until you were in. But my love is vibrating your name in my soul,. The radio played a cool Beatle tune,. The only light came from the moon. I had not traveled yet far. Then the snow fell silently down,. When the two of us were snowbound,. My mind went back to our home in the wood,.

Although every moment we had was good,. Now as I drive through the heavy snow,. I remember the warmth and the fire. The music played soft and low,. The snow fell heavily outside,. But too soon the magic went away,. But the memory will always stay,. Did you hear me whisper, in your ear tonight,. I wished you a happy life, and hope someday to see,.

I feel your presence around me, and in my heart to stay. And I wonder where you are, upon this very day. And so tonight I looked up, and whispered in your ear,. I wish you love and happiness, please tell me that you hear. In the land of the lakes, with green moss and wood,. Eyes of rare green, and blackest of hair,. I'll never forget his loving embrace,. Even though lives have come and gone,. You come to me in nightly dreams,. We are close, so it seems,.

On a rock our heads did lie,. Looking up to the sky,. How it made me feel. I remember you, you were my love of old,. You never left my heart, but are ever locked in tight. You're always in my prayers, each and every night. I remember you, oh, ancient love of mine. We will dance once more, on the edge of time. It will be as if, you've never been away,. I had a dream last night, you were there,. You so softly called my name, your touch felt so real,. She has a quiet beauty, seldom ever seen. Sitting in her chair, looking so serene. Looking out the window she smiles, as if to say,.

She waits for her love, with the moon's full light,. She listens for his footfall, as every time to pass,. How often I've imagined, when I see your eyes,. When our eyes do meet, on that fateful day,. What will we do? What will we say? What can you say, to the very one,. Your lips so soft, your breath on my face,. But we cannot push, for time to fly,. We will have eternity,. In the deep of the night, I reach for you. You touch my hair, as you reach too. Your eyes intensely stare into mine. And for the moment, there is no time.

You tenderly kiss my hand. My every thought, you understand. No words are needed, between you and I,. You are the starlight of my heart, and the lover of my dreams. You are the whisper on the wind, and the moonlight in the beams. You are my every awakening thought, and the last I think at night. You are the hero of my story, and the meaning of delight.

You are the fragrance of the rose, and the breeze on the air. You are the reflections of my mind, and a jewel so rare. You are my knight in shining armour, and my destiny. You are my love through all time, and the other half of me! I dreamt of pure love, I felt it in the way,. It was more than just a dream, it felt very real. I cannot describe the way, he made me feel. In the dream, we each got sick, the other by our side.

If he would have crossed over, I know I would've died. How my love is calling me, I feel him every night. And soon we'll dance in union, in the rainbow light! There is no other lover like you without your touch, I couldn't get through. Your smile, like silver, shines so bright like stars in the sky, you light up the night.

Every night, you touch my soul as we make love, with no control. A touch, a kiss, as lovers do and then too soon the night is through. A kiss for parting then out to sea another tryst kept secretly! My heart bades me go, but my mind says stay, for it will only lead to hurt. My heart says go for I have forgiven the heartbreak. I hear the voice calling me and paralyzed I lay there afraid to go and yet afraid to stay.

The voice, a breadth of a whisper now, calling me from further away. I reach out to the voice but it is heard no more. And once again I fall asleep to dream a new dream! I dream of red silk and midnight hue. I dream of starlight and shades of blue. The scent of roses permeate the air, as I dream of a love who will take me there. I dream of whispers and love's sweet kiss. I dream of moonlight and passion's bliss.

The touch of someone in the night, I dream of such things til morning's light! Love is the best medicine, and there is more than enough to go around once you open your heart. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. But silence is impossible. Silence is the message,just as doing nothing is an act. Let who you are ring out and resonate in every word and deed.

Yes,become who you are. There's no sidestepping your own being or your own responsibility. What you do is who you are. You are your own comeuppance. You become your own message. You are the message. In the Spirit of Crazy Horse. Its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness; but still will keep a bower quiet for us, and a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

YOU You make me feel cherished and loved, like a goddess in the deep of the sky. With stars in my eyes I cling to you, my hands long to touch you every where! But you are far reaching like the stars, so I shall gaze longingly at you never holding you as I desire! I ache with the intensity of loving someone I cannot reach! With holding on to a dream that will always remain within the boundries of the night time realm! The lady and her knight,. But death hath stolen all but sorrow. For the lovers no tomorrow. Wedded bliss and a vow,. The two in the woodlands flee,.

The lady doth now awaken,. A bottle lays within his hand,. A kiss upon his lips so pale,. A dagger pierces through her heart,. Serenade me beautiful swan,. Your graceful dance upon the. How I long to see you dance. While the moon so bright above,. Can you tell me if my love,. As the stars reflect in water,.

The Time I've lost in wooing, In watching and pursuing The light that lies In women's eyes Has been my heart's undoing. Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

After all these years I see that I was mistaken about Eve in the beginning; it is better to live outside the Garden with her than inside it without her. For one human being to love another: But my love is an echo, calling your name, over and over, it's always the same. If my love was a black hole in the outer rim, I'd pull and I'd pull, until you were in. But my love is vibrating your name in my soul, a part we are half, together we are whole.

Then the snow fell silently down, reminding me of a far away time. When the two of us were snowbound, the time when you were still mine. My mind went back to our home in the wood, the joy we knew that night. Although every moment we had was good, it was bliss, you, the snow, and the moonlight. Now as I drive through the heavy snow, I remember the warmth and the fire.

The music played soft and low, as our hearts beat with love and desire. The snow fell heavily outside, we didn't seem to care. But too soon the magic went away, to where I do not know. But the memory will always stay, of a snowbound night, long, long ago! I wished you a happy life, and hope someday to see, your bright eyes and tender smile, beaming just for me. And so tonight I looked up, and whispered in your ear, I wish you love and happiness, please tell me that you hear.

We are close, so it seems, in another place. On a rock our heads did lie, together, touching, still. Looking up to the sky, oh! It will be as if, you've never been away, when our eyes do meet, on that special day! You so softly called my name, your touch felt so real, just a dream, always the same, but how it made me feel. Looking out the window she smiles, as if to say, "I share a little secret, with the sunny day. She listens for his footfall, as every time to pass, echoing their love song, as they walk upon the grass.

When our eyes do meet, on that fateful day, What will we do? What can you say, to the very one, promised to you, in the blazing of the sun? Your lips so soft, your breath on my face, together forever, in our sacred place.

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But we cannot push, for time to fly, when it will be just you and I. We will have eternity, for it is our destiny! No words are needed, between you and I, as the night goes slowly by! Wedded bliss and a vow, no earthly cause could stop them now. The two in the woodlands flee, but not far behind, is misery.

The lady doth now awaken, but her true love hath forsaken. A bottle lays within his hand, as angels cry within the land. A kiss upon his lips so pale, a secrete only lovers tell. Your graceful dance upon the waters, takes me far away. How I long to see you dance upon the water's edge. In a hurry to get there, Tahara has Li drive him.

Mai, who has a very strained relationship with her father Tahara, is denying that she burned anything and claims that it was burning in front of her when she came to her senses. Tahara responds to this by trying to grab her, but she frees herself from his grip on her bandaged arm. While the car is stuck in traffic, Mai sees some friends on the sidewalk, so she gets out and runs off with them. Concerned about her, Li asks Tahara if this is okay, but Tahara says that this has nothing to do with Li and tells him to drive them back to the factory. When one of her friends invites her to dinner, Mai ends up excusing herself by saying that her father might come home today.

However, Mai finds no one at home, so she runs back out into the city at night. After hanging up, Tahara notices that the flower he has on his windowsill is glowing and goes to water it. Mai meanwhile attempts to shoplift a CD and gets caught, but Li happens to be in the store and saves her. He then helps her out again when she gets stopped and questioned by the police for being out alone at this late hour by pretending to be her brother.

Thinking that her father told Li to come watch over her, Mai yells a bunch of hateful things before she starts crying. Li first decides to take her to a closed amusement park and instructs her to close her eyes. He then uses his powers to turn on all the lights and rides in the area, creating a colorful scene that captivates Mai. Their next stop is a ramen stand where Li eats bowl after bowl of ramen while Mai takes on a huge parfait. When she was young, her father had told her that this is where the charm that would protect her entered. Li starts questioning her about her father, but Mai only knows that he was doing research.

She then asks him about his own family and feels a connection with him upon learning that he has none. Tahara yells at Kenneth that he is not going back to work for him. He wants nothing to with him and Luc. They try to escape, but get rushed by two more men, so Li attacks them, and Mai can get away. As Mai flees to a nearby construction site, the first two men bring out their guns and start shooting at her. Back in his office, Tahara is shocked to see the withering flower fall off its stem. Misaki of the police force has meanwhile just finished taking a swim when she gets a call telling her that a star has appeared.

Indeed, there is now a new star in the sky and a huge plume of smoke from the direction of the construction site. After staring at the now-withered plant for a moment, Tahara picks up the pot and smashes it on the table. Across town, the police are inspecting the scorched bodies at the construction site and are talking about the appearance of a Moratorium. At that moment, Mai is aimlessly wandering the streets of the city when she bumps into a pole and returns to her normal self. Noticing that the faint light that was shining from her wrist is now gone, Mai runs out into the street in a panic and nearly gets run over by a truck.

The only thing that saves her is her own flame power igniting the vehicle and its occupants. Refusing to acknowledge that she was responsible, Mai runs off. They also are experimenting on using brain surgery to allow ordinary people to get contracts. When Misaki asks about the connection to the appearance of the Moratorium, she is told that it is uncertain. However, about 10 years ago, there was a Japanese person who was employed as a researcher and is connected to this appearance of a new star.

Misaki is told to hurry because they must secure and isolate the Moratorium - they are neither Contractors nor Dolls , but rather failed monsters. Misaki then arrives at the National Astronomical Observatory and goes inside to see the old Hoshimi Stargazer. Afterward, the female chief Ishizaki explains to Misaki that those known as Moratorium delay the compensation that Contractors have to do.

Misaki looks so serious after hearing all this that Ishizaki teases her about permanently wrinkling her brow. Back in the city, many of the residents have been asked to evacuate because of a supposed gas main break.