(2013)
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
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
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
