Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray

My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…

Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils

Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com

A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there

Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more

Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths

To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase

Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them

Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?