(2013)
#Lost #LostHour #Moon #PhaseSudden #Tanka #Waking
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
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
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?
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…
