No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told

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

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

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

To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com

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

Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array

A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock

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

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

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

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

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

Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart