In the clouds, the blind man caressed his fingers.
Waiting for a hill
Waiting for a autumn light
Waiting for a rainbow after a rain
In the cloud, no wisdom is needed.
Forget the survival of the storm
Despite lying down
Lying in the arms of your master
Watching him walk through the rain and snow in February
Walking into the mountains full of stars
In the cloud, you are lonely.
Waiting for a window with a limited temperature
Waiting for an epiphany after a dream
Your master is the morning dew
Leaning on the wings of the sea of clouds
Waiting for sunrise
若竹 9/20/2012 In Beaver Valley, Pittsburgh