Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest

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

I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow

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

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

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

Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink

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

Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more

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?

To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling

愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く

Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin