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

Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array

Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink

Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く

The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors

Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly

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

A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour

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

Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest

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

Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?

Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed