響 (hibiki)
(2013)
I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
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?
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
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
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
