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

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

To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops

Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply

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

Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?

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

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

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

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

Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart

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

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…