Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more

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

Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow

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 Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…

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

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

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

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

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

Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths

A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle

I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow

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