(2013)
Written for a great friend of mine.
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
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…
A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle
A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase
To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
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
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
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
