響 (hibiki)
(2013)
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
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
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
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
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?
初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?
