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…

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

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

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

Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array

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

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

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

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

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

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

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

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…

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

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