(2013)
Tanka about the temptations of staying up late at night in front of the computer screen.
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
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
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
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…
A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling