(2014)
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
