(2013)
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
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!
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
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
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
