My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…

Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them

Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling

愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply

Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!

Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…

Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils

Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!

To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops

Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart