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

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 an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them

Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens

愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く

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…

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

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

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

I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow

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

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

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?

The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors