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

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

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

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

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

Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow

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

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

The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

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

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…

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