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

Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest

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

Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils

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…

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

The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors

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

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…

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

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

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

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

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