My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…

Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens

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

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

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

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

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

Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them

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

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

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

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

Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly