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?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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…

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

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

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

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