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

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

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

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?

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

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

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

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

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…

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

Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?

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

A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase