If I Could

if I could tell you full
   about this uncertainties
           you would never start
                        to hate me


if I could, learn of harshness
   I would be free
       of this despised feeling

like a long thorn inside
       piercing lungs and heart
            I can't be straight

if I could make you glad
   I am staggering
        between cliffs of,
                       disappointment

Waterfall

tirelessly wading in the stream of love
   is just another ideal
       he will find , the banks of rusting trust
       to quench his fatigue
                       of swimming day and night


in the 'braces of her affection that was believed in
    Another fold of falsehood,, trapping
        like a sudden waterfall upon the river
               that once blinked,
                      swallowing, crushing

Passing

Don't lay me a voice
    dear illusion
            in the space where I smile
            is the fragment of mirage

it is not the same, heart
   that shrouds behind that mist
   is a simple story
        of neverending life .

Rendezvous

a finger stain on my jacket
   it was from yesterday's
   rendezvous

"hey, isn't your heart beating
        today, too?
        value it, dummy "

but then
      the point she poked me
      still aches even now

Dark Day

Oh, dark day ! Thy visit me once again,

with the slow,

destructive gale

Pounding of ears by sound

so vicious

creeping this disdain feeling that slithers

Unlifting bud that pinched off,

stenched with blackness

of venge that once he had forgotten

Oh,dark day! Thy soaked me

deep hatred towards

imbecility,arrogance,ignorance

that presumably damning

When She Cried

I remember when you cried
   from across the table
   when you saw me putting a new hat on her
   a surprise

and in joy, she hugged me,
       and you ran upstairs
    we chased you
          I was waiting on the stairs when
          she consoled you

          " don't cry, don't cry "
            I always sing, for yours truly
               but I wonder if
                you will ever cry again,
                              for me and her ?



泣いてくれて、ありがとう...

tomorrow.

Let tomorrow tell the story
     if the fall is spring for me

     in the sleeping leaves
     by the end of summer

     a transient visit
         of calling of flowers

let me hear,
   what tomorrow will say .