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

A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there

Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them

A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour

A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle

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

愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く

Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart

Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array

Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin

To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling

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

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

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