Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!

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

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

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

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

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

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

A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour

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

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

Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens

The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays

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