(2013)
Just one of the many cluttered things that decorate my room.
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
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
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
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?
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
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
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour