(2013)
#Concert #Frog #MusicTanka
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
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…
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
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
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
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!
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths