(2013)
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
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
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
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
