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

Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me

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

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

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

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

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

A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour

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

To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops

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

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

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply