Nowadays 

I became afraid of writing a little

Hearing the sudden news of death of a person who had gone through all seasons

My feathers I didn’t have shuddered

In the afternoon 

I submerged the words that I would like to die, 

As they were, into the eyes of a dove,

Into the sea, 

Things that had extinguished within me

Were different from my shape

So 

I felt I would be able to go a little further

Whenever I try to remember

There is a thing that jumps into

A waterway open to the outside of the ears

What I forget for a long time is 

The voice of a person whose nape of neck reflected a ray of light

And whom I will never meet

As I called it with familiarity

A small beast turned around

As I stroke the milky hair

It hid the eyes like it was frightened

It’s the night when I was left behind within that behavior

A dream-like figure, Cephonodes hylas

Alighted from somewhere

Sucked in earnest the flower nectar

In stillness of holding breath

The skin of mid summer kept blazing

I stared at it without wiping pouring sweat off

It’s a map for impossible future

With many sweet spots like fruit juice

Taking freedom as its background

A person was leaving

It’s the morning when I heard a name of the dazzling sea 

From the person who was far from all deaths of

Plants, animals

And a piece of memory the person held

Sporadic sighs 

Creeped through the cracks in bones

Like I followed them,

I became a dazzling instrument

Only whose inside sounds well

With a strange power of fingers tracing smoothly

What plays a recorder very well is

That person’s hand shadow that resembles a phantom of a blue boat

All sounds shine and die

Being led by the day of promise

Things I cannot let go

Are all here

At the coast of shadow full of light

Of a gaze at the lingering twilight