Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink

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

Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?

Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!

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

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

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?

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

A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle

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

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

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

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

Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice