Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!

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

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

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

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old