Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

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

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

Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice

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?

愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く

Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?

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

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

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

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 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

Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths

Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow

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