Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

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

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

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?

愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く

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

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

No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told

Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow

Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths

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

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…

Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?