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

Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array

Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal

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

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

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

Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply

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

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

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

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

Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart

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