(2013)
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
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…
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
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…
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
