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

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

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

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

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

愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く

Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils

Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

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

The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays

Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly