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

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

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

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

Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array

To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com

To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?

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

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

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

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