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

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

Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths

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

The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays

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

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

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

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

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

Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…

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

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