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

I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow

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

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

Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream

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

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

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

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

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…

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

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

Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice