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?

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

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

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

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

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

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…

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

Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array

A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs

Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest

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

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

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