Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin

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

Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly

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

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…

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…

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

A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble

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

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

To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?

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

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

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