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

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

Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them

To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com

Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…

To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling

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

Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils

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?

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

Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

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

Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths