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

I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow

Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name

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

Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…

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

Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

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

Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow

To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

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