(2013)
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
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:
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
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?
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
