Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

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

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

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

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

愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く

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

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

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

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

A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble

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