(2013)
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
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
Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
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…
