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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed