Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray

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

Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame 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

Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!

The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors

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

Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them

Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink

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 blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle