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

Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them

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

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…

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?

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

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

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

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

Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?

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