TANKA

Winter morning

Tourists throng to enjoy sea

Wave in this New Year

The sun hides in the cloud

To see the tide and the pride. 

TIDE AFTER TIDE

My mind burns

All the way in my turns

There comes one moment

And that time I come

To the ocean with pains,

And tide after tide make

A way towards shore

And break over and over

Yet there is a triumph

And cannot refrain

From growing more tides

Time and again,

This makes me think

Dream has no wrath

Over time, tide and mind.