(2013)
#Concert #Frog #MusicTanka
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
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…
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
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