Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me

愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く

Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice

Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply

Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?

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

The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays

I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…

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?

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

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

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