A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock

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

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

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase

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

A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there

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?

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

愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く

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

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

Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more

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