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

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

Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink

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

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

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

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…