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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs

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

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

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