(2013)
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
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?
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:
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
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…
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
