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

Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!

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

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

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

Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest

My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…

Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…

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

A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock

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