In the clouds, the blind man caressed his fingers.

Silent waiting

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.

Even frustrated.

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