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

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

Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…

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

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

Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray

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…

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

Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens

Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart

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

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