(2013)
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
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
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
