(2014)
Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
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
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
