(2013)
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
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
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
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…
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
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?
