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

Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray

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

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

Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…

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

Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed

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…

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

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…

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