(2013)
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
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…
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
