(2013)
More of a contemplative poem about a moment of emptiness.
初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
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…
The words are muffled and shifting… The pounding won’t stop, the fraye… I hold onto a thread, a little blu… The tension is mine; it is a pain… Frenzied energy drains from my fin…
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
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:
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く