Poem about how writings seems to come easier to me at night.
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
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?
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
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
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…
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply