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

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

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

Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed

The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays

Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly

Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…

The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors

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

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

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 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…

Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin