(2013)
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…
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
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?
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…
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
