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…

Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin

I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…

To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com

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

Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…

Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me

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

愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く

Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens

The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays

A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock