(2013)
Everybody writes love songs and poems don't they? Even when they have no one to write to.
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?
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
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
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 rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
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
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
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…
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
