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

Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name

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

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

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

Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more

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

Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?

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

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

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

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

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