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

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com

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

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

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more

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

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

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

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

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…

Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal

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

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