(2013)
A poem about how sometimes the bright-eyed ambition and innocence of youth seems to fade.
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
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
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead