(2013)
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
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…
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
