Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?

A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle

Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray

Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal

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

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

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

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

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

Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream

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

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

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