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

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

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

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

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

Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray

A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle

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

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

Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal

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

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

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…

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