So it looks like I can try poetry too.
sleeping dreams
Sleep comes in waves retreating from the real
—It doesn’t end.
Walls and the ground were always just pretend.
Voices dampen, as coyest murmurs steal
Round your arms with profoundest feel—
—ing, like you’ll bend:
Into a night of living dream.
Into a tv sky.
Into a world where flat is tall
And round, and all besides.
Blocks they will form, to stopper up your sight.
Then a kick, it falls—Toppling, mere light.
brownricecookies 
Have you ever translated poetry? I like the free verse of giniro natsuo for translating.
Song lyrics are the most I dare to do. My grasp of Japanese is unfortunately not yet at a level near enough to native to appreciate poetry/lyric unaccompanied by music. I’ll take a look at her poems, though.