(2013)
A tanka written on how friendships can spring up almost anywhere if you give them the chance.
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart