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!

Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart

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

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

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

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

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

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…

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

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?

No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told

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

Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?