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

Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them

No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told

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…

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

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

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

Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal

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…

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

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

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

To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling