(2013)
#Lost #LostHour #Moon #PhaseSudden #Tanka #Waking
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
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
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く