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…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く

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