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

Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!

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 guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…

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

Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow

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

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

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

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

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

Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils