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

Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly

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

A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle

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

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

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

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

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

愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く

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

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

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

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?