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

Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin

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

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

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

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

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

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

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

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

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

A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock

To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?

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