(2013)
A tanka written on how friendships can spring up almost anywhere if you give them the chance.
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
The words are muffled and shifting… The pounding won’t stop, the fraye… I hold onto a thread, a little blu… The tension is mine; it is a pain… Frenzied energy drains from my fin…
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array