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

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

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

Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!

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

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…

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

Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice

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

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

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

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

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

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life