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

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…

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

Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice

Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray

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

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

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

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

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

A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs

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

Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal

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