How you
trouble me so
as sand in an oyster;
will pearl cover my loneliness
in time?

Descent
into white mist
one drifting, silken seed
glides gently, lifts to stall...then slips
away.

Night-holes;
those far pinpoints
of hope in the heavens,
almost black past Shokujo and
Kengyu.

Tonight
I have no name,
nor ever lived before,
but live this moment...this first touch
as last.