(2013)
Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
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
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
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
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
