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

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

Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink

Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest

My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…

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

To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling

A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle

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

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

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

I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…

A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble

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

Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream