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

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

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

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 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

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

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

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

Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…

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

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