(2013)
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
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
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…
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
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
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
