time-traveler

time-traveler
by me(whatever)
to: Forestpireo- not losing to the rain, not losing to the wind

tomorrow, when it will be sunny,
with the clouds as fluffy as unshorn sheep.
I'll take out the checkered blanket and basket,
walk up to the hill with the poppies,
and I'll have a picnic with the air.

the day after tomorrow, which was dark,
with the clouds like islands in the sky.
I stayed indoors all day, washing the dishes,
staring outside at the wind through the trees,
and sang a song no one could hear.

yesterday, when it was raining,
with the clouds as flat as marble.
I tread out of town with a lady-bug umbrella,
splashing quietly through the barren streets,
window-shopping for the teacups you wanted.

the day before yesterday, which will be snowy,
with the clouds reflecting the ground.
I will climb a tree without leaving footprints,
replay the music box from you, who's never met me
and watch the world disappear.

by me(whatever)
to: zankyou no terror ost

The crow flies over
the trees and mushrooms below
in the city's rain.

a girl looks upon
the diseased corpse of a cat
melting on the street.

darkened clouds ride on
a sky uninhabited
by souls of the dead.

She pulls her hair back
eats a can of spaghetti.
it's above her head.

did you see the bird?
as it arched across the sky.
did you see the bird?

To the Ocean

To the Ocean
by me(whatever)
to: School Food Punishment- Beer Trip

Today too, in your locker,
a shattered piece of rain
leaks down the shelves and wets your sleeves
as you were waiting for a message.
 
Telephone poles point to the sky,
on your way home holding a useless umbrella.
remembering the last words they spoke,
piling up, accumulating, gathering together like snow.

I want to forget my body,
and let only my essence escape
in a sunny blue day with no worries.
It's just foolishness.

The last stop on the train,
and you clutch your bag a little tighter.
3,4,5, days it's been, and a cold day in March,
you throw away your school supplies down the empty well.

Let's go to the ocean.
Just you and me,
like when you begged me that one, last time.
Let's go to the ocean,
Let's go to the ocean.

Let's go to the ocean,
forget our mistakes,
see the sun reflect on the water.
Let's go to the ocean.
walk along the sand with our shoes in our hands.

I want to find the line where heart and logic connect,
and cut away all the secrets we hid there.
Bicycling along a path lined in 3-leaf clovers,
like the ones you'd collect in your soda bottles.

A's marked vertically, as though trying to prove something,
ash floats to the surface of the bowl.
glances from the teachers, tight conversations,
the janitor's bucket spilled down the stairs.

If I could travel back in time,
If I could return the books you let me borrow.
today too, all of these what-if stories
will rain on the leaky roof above my head.

So let's go to the ocean,
Just you and me,
to the place you wanted to go,
Let's go to the ocean,
Let's go to the ocean.

Let's go to the ocean,
forget our regrets,
where the waves will carry us,
Let's go to the ocean,
I won't forget you, no, not ever.

Let's go to the ocean,
Only you and me,
and I'll give you a little taste of hope,
so let's go to the ocean,
Let's go to the ocean. 

Windy Day, Saturday

Windy Day, Saturday
by me(whatever)
to: hinekureneji to ame- cover by Justin Ly + ATEL

ascending the steps to a house in the sky,
passing the rose garden and the ivy-climbed bird bath
peering up from under the whistling willow tree
watching the clouds flow by,
a place you've lived by yourself
ever since you were young.

the world spins and turns underneath you,
and you've stayed the same here,
hearing the gears click together in quiet symphony
it's a Saturday, and the Zeppelin
floats by,
addressing itself to you.

the butterfly pauses around the cluster of lilacs,
the crow jumps out of the bushes,
sipping your hot chocolate while eating the words
of the freshly delivered newspaper.
You might have a few regrets,
but we must learn how to live.

All My Fault

All My Fault
by me(whatever)
to: nekobolo- 弾けないギターを片手に

Classrooms,
clouds in the sky,
drowsing within those barriers.
that I can't get enough sleep,
is all my fault.

House,
clouds in the sky,
staring at a blank page.
that I can't write single word,
is all my fault.

Grass fields,
clouds in the sky,
watching the satellite rotate.
that I can't move forwards after this,
is all my fault.

Driveway,
clouds in the sky,
breathing in the winter air.
that I can't forgive that person,
is all my fault.

Bus stop,
clouds in the sky,
waiting at the edge of the world.
that I can't help but wish to disappear,
is all my fault.

Windows,
clouds in the sky,
living without a correctly marked map.
that I've given up everything important to me,
is all my fault.

Here,
rain at my feet, you said
"It's not your fault".
Say, if I was moved by your beautiful lie,
I'm sure that
is all my fault, right?

Close to You

Close to You
by me(whatever)
to: Close to You (guitar Justin Ly) 
& Close to You (V flower cover)

Beyond the Earth is a single flower,
blooming 600 light years away from here.
I clenched my farewells in my wet palm
as your slowing voice echoed in my ear.

"thank you" "goodbye" "I'm sorry",
we drown over our heads in the rain that falls.
separating me from you,
I look up at the sky, and attempt to climb those gray walls.

there was too much to say,
there was too much I didn't understand.
Cassiopeia bursts a crack in the eggshell sphere,
and tells me to hold your hand.

"goodbye", I knew the meaning,
"never", I knew that too.
A spiral spinning in the galaxy,
this is all so I can be close to you.

From the sidewalk outside the hospital,
to the tiles inside the hallways of a high school,
aligning with the calm of polaris,
without even a wave in the night pool.

my voice won't reach, my eyes can't see,
600 light years away to where you've gone.
searching for your smile, there is a garden
blooming for you in the depths of dawn.

"goodbye", I knew how to close my eyes,
"never", I knew how to silence my voice.
a bouquet spinning in the blue,
this is all so I can be close to you.

Ocean in Oregon

Ocean in Oregon
by me(whatever)
to: Coldplay- Hurts like Heaven

ocean in Oregon
responding to the world's spin,
responding to the moon
light grey clouds
light grey sand
reflecting each other,
an earth and sky love affair.

waves slide serene
attempting to meet me before I go
attempting to walk along the beach
with it's own two legs,
and with it's sweet, fresh, and cold breath
kiss the warm lungs
of a human, as nonexistent
as a single grain of sand.

old man and his daughter
arm in arm, strolling down the line
not knowing how far they've gone
not knowing how far they'll go
and over here,
a person standing alone
watching the white foam disappear
with the person they've loved so far away
waiting and waiting
wrapped comfortably in the water's soliloquy.

And the birds fly back and forth
together, low across the edge of the world
in rhythm with the waves
in rhythm with the gravity of the moon
in rhythm with the spinning of the Earth
and only a few of the dead
add to the reality of the canvas.

the boy picks up a drifting stick
etching a chaos of curving lines
against the ground, as though
trying to mark that he was there,
he was definitely there,
underneath the light grey sky
before the clear, white ocean
on the millions of grains of sand.

Paper Birds

Paper Birds
by me(whatever)
to: Flow- Days

In the warming season,
I came to love this town.
the shatters and tatters of your paper birds,
flew off the balcony in the gust of wind
like the remnants of a dream
how can I connect to your words?

Any cold memories that were left,
are melting like ice cream in the sun
Although truly nothing has changed since those days...
in the golden horizon seen from astride your kite,
the clouds floated and flitted uneasily
addressing it's love to the phantom blaze.

The dream is far away
enough that I might fall.
within the grasp of the eastern jet stream,
I've gone lighter than the stratosphere
to see this Earth from the moon,
because things are not always what they seem. 

Living the days one by one,
I was used to living here.
the childish balloon I held to the sky
shriveled up like the apple core you threw to the ground
even when I attached ten thousand to my arms
I realized I wasn't able to fly.

At the distance between,
I was stuck before the destination.
If the milky-way was out of my reach,
I never saw anything except a city of nebulae
filling up the shuttle screen;
an anticipatory breach. 

You were looking beyond,
to a place I couldn't see.
Over the summer grass twilight held agleam,
I landed the reply to those letters
twisted in the shape of birds, because
I know you are not what you seem.

Stargazer

Stargazer
by me(whatever)
to starduster

Unable to depend on anyone,
and unable to feel loved,
I ran a million miles away
to the temperature in the milky way. 

Always selfish, and always in pain,
enveloped in their screaming.
I stared at the gap between the evening lights,
silently wishing to disappear.

I don't exist at all,
drowning in this upside down ocean.
throwing myself away in the nebula,
I'm turning to ice.

hidden in the darkness,
floating weightless in the air.
I don't even know their names,
billions and billions and billions. 

there's no one else,
the vapor seeps from my mouth.
show me something untarnished,
in this world like scrap paper.

somehow I left behind,
my beloved on the other side.
like this, my body is just sleeping,
waiting and waiting and waiting.

cold hands, cold cheeks, cold ears,
even my blood has turned blue.
Not a single thing is left,
except for the stars in the sky.

Gravity

Gravity
by me(whatever)
to Longing

This morning,
I awoke in an illusion.
Taking these steps,
quietly wrapped in confusion.

It was a tiny walk
across a gap in the sky.
"I suppose I should turn back now,"
I said within a sigh.

There's a world you've never seen,
and it all belongs to me.
concrete suspended 12,000 feet,
in the air like another sea.

"define gravity, please?"
from the balloon I named Campanula,
I've set out for you,
calling you names through the nebula.

in a city without people,
the windows glint as the gulls fly by.
winding through the spiral staircase,
I still can't find a reply.

The wind rustles in the blue grass,
invisible to the voices below.
let me disappear in this translucent color,
breathing in the afternoon glow.

Please come back,
I'm begging you like a child.
Watching the nimbus drift through,
I cried as it piled.

Apple Peel

Apple Peel
by me(whatever)
to Setsuna Plus

why do you act the way you do?
from the camera,
I watch the outside.
Surely it's just a little thing,
but the question I have to keep asking,
is "who are you?"

the portraits in the winding hallways,
reflecting the unhappiness of humanity.
I wrote a letter to you
peeled of apple skins,
smiling, smiling, smiling
with every tiny phrase.

Is this good enough?
with all the jokes aside,
I'm becoming quite tired.
If you envy the sky fish,
would you open the books every once in a while?
please forgive my bluff.

ten thousand leaves,
floating decapitated through my head.
The pages I marked with them,
grow a million apple trees.
It's almost like fear,
sprouting beneath the eaves.

Birdcage

Birdcage
by me(whatever)
to Fly Out

goldfish swimming in a bowl,
the hardwood desk she sits at.
Words I don't understand,
the window to the world.

Wings, beak, and talons,
chirping tomorrow's short songs
the hands who trespass,
the echoing daylight.

A slow life, a bored life,
I've always flitted the distance
from pole to pole
in the window to the world.

the staring goldfish,
the sliding closet she opens.
gestures I don't understand,
the blue of the sky.

feathers, voice, and heart,
barred 460 times per minute.
the eyes who trespass,
the echoing night.

From then to now,
I've always fought the distance
from pole to pole
in the blue of the sky.

Wood Letter

wood letter
by me(whatever) 

From the midst of the whistling woods,
I will return again.
From the depths of the forest dark,
I will return here.

It's springtime in the trees,
you can hear it in the birds song.
The rain never falters,
yet the sounds carry on.

The wet gets in my clothes,
the dew in my hair.
I shiver in the greenery,
an overlay of sparse flowers.

I found on the soft oak path,
a view of a lake reflecting the sky.
If I could hold it in my palm,
I'd bring it for you to see.

It's a journey from the book,
the journal we found in the old leather trunk.
Wish me well,
I will return again.

How are you?

 How are you?
by me(whatever)
to monochrome liar

"How are you?"
I don't know how to respond.

The day is expending,
flying out of the sky
without a single farewell.

We grow things on our heads;
you grow bunny ears,
and I grow antlers
for coat hanging.

They hate nonsense,
completely despise it.
And yet there is no such thing
as the word 'nonsense'
without the word 'sense'
in it.
Is there?

She hates questions,
especially when I give them?

I eat my meal,
the ocean in my
barely drunk from glass.

"Acceptance?"
"Fear"?
what words surround
at what time?

Shall I make everything a question?
Or is that just an underdogs cry?
I just ate my meal,
savoring the nonsense bits.

Playing chess,
alone in an empty room.
Even with a tear or two,
it remains the same.

The time will come
to open the door.
Accept everything you hate,
Fear everything you need.

Inside, I can't tell
is it Summer or Winter?
I'm so cold,
so it must be Summer!

Tomorrows striding through the sky,
without a single, polite "Hello."
Yet the one that won't talk,
is me.

"How are you?"
I can't respond.

So many questions,
questions, questions.
Answers, answers?

The noise surrounds me,
I despise it,
yet can't live without it.

I have no conclusion.

Lines

Lines
by me(whatever)
to miku- glow

balancing 3 centimeters wide,
holding our faint breath
on the line that stretches through the sky
forever and ever.

carried as toddlers,
we walk because we were born*
Mother, little sister,
conversations lost.

Cumulonimbus balance in the wind,
wisp flowing through our hair.
Standing 6 inches wide,
looking forward,
forever and ever.

Do you have any dreams?
I've been lonely in this empty sound.
The ripped up storybook,
we read in lamp light.

Friends and family we've lost,
we just want to live!
Camlin's attempted connection,
slowly, in this broken world.

We held on as they pushed us off,
the sunlight glinted in fear.
You held my hand,
and we both fell to earth.

* relating to the line "I walk because I was born" from the song Strobe Light

I'd like to Meet a Monster - edited

Remember that poem I posted back in February? I edited it a bit, and now I must show you.

I'd like to Meet a Monster
by me(whatever)
to Of Monsters and Men- Mountain Sound

I'd like to meet a monster.
Three million times bigger than I am,
or the size of my pinky toe.
Either way's fine,
But I'd like to meet a monster.

I'd like to meet a monster.
Shake hands with hoofs, paws, tentacles, beaks, feelers,
And I promise I wouldn't gag against your breath,
if you happened to be a monster who likes to tell jokes.
If you were a monster,
Well, I'd like to meet you.

I'd like to meet a monster,
Friendly or deadly,
I'd still chase after you all the same.
And if we could have a party,
Never sleep until the sun comes up,
I feel that would be a good thing,
Don't you?

I'd like to meet a monster,
tromping through the woods in an unusual parade,
Tropical feathers mixed with mucous and spiral horns.
We all feel the same about our differences,
So what’s the trouble of sticking together?
I can't see through the cat on your tongue,
Give me a hint, please.
Am I a monster too?

I'd like to meet a monster,
fly on the zombie of a dodo bird,
We can hit the stars, you'll see-
hold your head up high,
no need to hide.

I'd like to meet a monster,
yellow eyes, grime, and bristled rainbow hair,
South into a discoed metamorphosis,
Jumping branch to branch,
this journey on an observers past.

Bottled cocoons in your pocket
I have a whole collection buried in my closet,
But where- I forgot where,
Perhaps if I got your help,
We could find them?

I'd like to meet a monster,
it doesn't matter in the end,
What you could possibly look like.
Give me your most eccentric expression,
I'll snap a photo next to you.
Smaller than my index finger, or larger than my school building,
We'll have a rendezvous without those humans
deep into the ocean night.
Holding hands with wings, bones, and giant hairy fingers,
Shouting for the end to our searching’s,
We're nothing like anyone else.
Burrowed into the fresh built Earth,
Gliding our lives top hurricane clouds-

Monsters are everywhere, Monsters are everyone.
Monsters are you, Monsters am I.
Didn't you know?

Sail the treetops to the dance-ground-
Listen with ears furry, wide, fleshy, spiked
Fall until we Crash -BaBang!-
Curve around all corners of the spectrum.
I'll think only so much, ignore everything else
Have you noticed through the atmosphere,
all those tiny dots we pricked through?
We're holding up the sun,
singing with our strange tongues,
Beautiful incomprehensible words.

“Coco ahree seca mira

Fetra yeta rita wata

Itghet senret ulba pupa

Quxep keyey nuneh joiwa”

And here we ride through in this turmoil,

watching only for the sun rise.
Without a promise

I'll remember for as long as I live,
The hooves, tentacles, feelers, beaks, and paws
attached to all their different places,
each pointing out each other’s variations.
And with a blank, dreamy mind,
think happily in bed,
a single head propped up against a pillow,
Saying to myself out loud
How much I'd indeed,
Like to meet a monster.

A Growing need for Distraction

A Growing need for Distraction
by me(whatever)
to Miku {soft}- Jellyfish

Jellyfish in my cocoa cup,
the sky in my hands.
Blinking cats in my window,
a baby's crying.

She said she didn't expect it of me,
but I expect it of myself.
Because it hurts and hurts,
I want to answer those words.

Drawings shown through the mirror,
a pair of red cowboy boots.
Within a blue starlit aquarium,
 a child's screaming.

It's been so long,
and she tells me to forget.
But here they are again, echoing in my head
telling me to give up.

Pink elephant pillows,
speakers beeping on my plate.
White pencil wiped in mud,
an adolescents silence.

Please tell me,
the loneliness is unbearable.
When I take one more step,
will it be without support?

A camera dropped to pieces,
the biscuit clouds floating seperately.
A sail in the sun,
An adults lying.

I have nothing left,
but what you gave me.
Because it hurts and hurts,
I must distract myself.

Birds and Electricity

My goodness, it's 1 in the morning, and I finally finished this short story for school. There wasn't much criteria, and I'm exhausted, thank you very much.

Birds and Electricity

Robin Wetherill lived in Sky world on Aether Island in Silver City. And she was all alone.

You might think this is a grim way to introduce our heroine, but it must be admitted, she was alone. At least at the moment she is. Please look down from a high cloud and take a bird’s eye view of a small crowded island below. Do you see it? It’s the one in the middle, just floating there. To you it might resemble a bit like New York City placed in a Science Fiction novel. It has floating cars, skyscrapers poking out at impossible angles, and sidewalks hanging in the air.

Now, look a little closer to the right corner of your spyglass. See that large, dirty apartment building there? Good. Now, if you have a perceptional eye vision, you might notice that pin-prick of a girl standing at the base of the building. She has brunette hair, and is currently staring at the wall in front of her. She doesn’t have time for us right now, but we are going to watch her anyways. Why is she staring at a wall? Well, why don’t we ask her?

Robin Wetherill lived in Sky world on Aether Island in Silver City. And she was all alone. She was an orphan, enrolled in Pammi’s House for Girls. She has just lost her best friend, because she has moved away. If you look close enough, you can probably see her crying. The alleyway she is currently in is devoid of people. So you see, she really is alone, except for that incredibly annoying crow staring at her from that cable. It’s been bugging Robbin for a while. You see, because Robbin has always had this way of knowing when someone or something is looking at her. It has turned her somewhat paranoid, as you or I would be if you could tell every time someone was looking your direction. And this crow has been staring at her for such an awfully long time.

It has been driving her mad.

But let’s look away from the stalker crow for a second, and take a minute on the wall. Yes, the wall. It is somewhat interesting also, for on its surface is a collection of strange graffiti. It has some very decorative and hidden arrows pointing to the right. But, shh, Robbin just noticed them, probably because we were talking too loud. Oh look, now she’s become curious and has started following them.

Let’s see, she’s turned right, and left, oh, and now right again. Hmm, left, left, left, right, left, right, right, goodness these alleyways stretch on a while. But that is one thing about Silver City. Never underestimate her alleyways. They are worse than a labyrinth. Robbin knows this to, so she usually stays away from them, but she’s come to the conclusion that if she wants to head back all she has to do is follow the arrows backwards. But exactly what are they leading her to? It has been an hour since she started, and wiping some sweat from her brow, she notices that the crow is still following her. Yes, this crow is definitely a stalker, and Robbin becomes a little concerned. But what can she do? She keeps on.

Oh my, it’s been a few hours, and it’s starting to get dark. But for Robbin it’s too late to turn back. What are you going to do Robbin, you forgot to bring a flashlight. Silver City is generally well-lighted, but it would be troublesome if she wouldn’t be able to spot the hidden arrows anymore. Moreover, that crow is still following her. She wonders what it’s up about, when it suddenly swoops down to her and with a surprise turns on the yellow beams in its eyes. It’s not a crow at all, it’s a robot! Well, a robot crow. Does that count?

Robbin and the robot crow continue turning the corners at the end of the alleyways, the crow lighting the way. Robbin is just starting to get tired when she notices something funny going on with the urban lighting of Silver City outside. It’s flickering on and off, like it’s about to go out. This had been going on for a while lately, and the officials of Silver City had been spending hours, and money trying to figure out what the problem was. But they still hadn’t managed to discover what or who was behind it.

Robbin and Choco (she took the liberty of naming it) turn another corner and have suddenly found themselves in a den of androids. Robbin can tell right off these aren’t the usual androids. First of all, androids don’t gather together in a way that looks like a teenage gang, and second of all, they don’t look this scary. Each of them has something off them missing. Their hair is missing in chunks, and springs are popping out of their necks. Overall, they look much like a broken doll toy. They’re all looking at her with violent intent. Robbin, you better be careful.

But the arrows end here. She quickly looks for more, but this is where they lead. There’s no way she’s backing out of this just because she’s scared. So she takes a few heavy steps into the area and looks around for a clue why there might be arrows leading here. And she sees it. The area is behind one of the many power plants, and she can see that these androids have tampered with the Generator box. But just as she’s noticed this, the abandoned androids take action. The first one springs his remaining arm towards her, but she ducks and starts to run. A child android starts chasing her from behind, and the others lumber from behind. Unfortunately there’s a rock in the middle of where Robbin is going to step, and she falls hard and painfully. The child android catches up with her and jumps onto her back to prevent her escape. Robbin is panicking when Choco starts clawing and shining his beaming eyes into the child androids eyes. This makes an effect on it (you never want to look straight into a robots eyes), and it falls back in pain. Robbin gets up and runs as straight as she can towards the Generator box, while Choco is distracting the others. I can see they both feel quite bold today.

Robbin reaches the Generator box and rings the emergency bell placed next to it. This signals the officials to come in five minutes. She then takes a look at the box itself, and growing up in Silver City, she knows exactly what to do. It’s quite easy really, since they only broke wires. She pulls out some gloves from her pockets and begins twisting them back together. Red to red, blue to green, green to blue, oh when will they ever end? She’s on the last one, when an android shoves her to the ground from behind. Well, Choco couldn’t keep them off forever, could he? And she’s fighting for her life, when the light of the officials Flies (flying machines) reaches her from above.

Quite simply, it’s wrapped up in two minutes. The officials are scarily efficient at their job. The androids are bonded and thrown in the back for proper disposal, and the Generator box is overlooked by a professional Mr. Bill who says that Robbin did a good temporary fix, but that they’ll need to replace them anyways. Robbin wonders what all her trouble was for. She’s given a ride home on one of their Flies, and when poor Miss Pammi sees her walked in by officials she nearly has a heart attack.

Robin has a sheepish look on her face. Can you see it from your bird’s eye view? She should’ve remembered about Miss Pammi, who has told her time and time again to be back by dark. She expects to get scolded, but after the officials leave on a tip of their hats, all she does is set down some hot Cocoa before her on the counter. All the other kids have gone to bed.

“Here that should warm you up.”

               

                Choco is settled neatly in Robbins lap as she sips the golden liquid slowly down her throat.

“Miss Pammi?”

“Yes?”

“Will Silver City not Flicker anymore?”

Miss Pammi looks at her and leans against the opposite counter.

“Yes, it will. The short-circuit you found was only one of who knows how many are out there.”

Robbin looks sad for a moment.

Then Miss Pammi adds “but I bet if the officials had you on their force, they would get them all before daybreak!”

They both smile, and Robbin tells her everything that happened again for the third time. She falls asleep on her chair a few minutes later, and Miss Pammi carries her into bed.

                Well? Not so tragic after all. Not as alone as she thinks. She’ll survive.

Propeller

Propeller
by me(whatever)
to astronauts

On the top of the world,
in the middle of the sky.
Among the clouds and airplanes,
there's a small girl.

All day she watches,
from her small square of floating island.
The colors of dawn, day, and dusk.

And her room is filled
with flying machines.

The company is a large dog,
no one else.
She opens her window,
and sings

So she won't forget her voice. 

Drawing millions of designs,
the pictures of wings suspend her.
Sometimes, when a large gust comes,
they're blown away.

But she won't forget,
her single fallen dream.

From the tall grass,
on her back, petting the dog.
she views the fish who swim in the moon,
ever drifting closer to space.

The shooting stars head to earth,
if she could only reach out and catch one.
But they pay no attention to her wish,
living the last of their lives.

The days that won't change forever,
she loves and hates them.
Afraid to ever leave,
this world is her everything.

But she closes her eyes,
the flapping of a paper shower
whispering and shouting
"it will be all right."

Colors of the Past

Colors of the Past
by me(whatever)
to this song: Broken Moon

As this unsteady wind moves me,
I cast my mind to the sea-like waves.
Each one rising and falling in the night,
bringing it back to me.

Like a withered note from a plastic bottle,
I uncrinkle the message from the past.
In the lone noise of lake and breeze,
my thoughts are louder than reality.

The traveler in my imagination
is soaring their eyes to the sky.
The old man on the moon tosses a pebble down to them,
and continues his autumn cleaning.

The blue hair of twilight is growing slightly,
deepening it's hue on the mountain line.
Shards of life on the darkening world
pass over my head traveling on wings.

Color maidens dye their robes a deepening evening,
singing silently in sapphire voices.
Submerging a freedom into nature
I let go of my slippery wet hand.

We eat on dreams,
and live on words.
On this sandy shore
I gather colors of the past.