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Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
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?
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
The words are muffled and shifting… The pounding won’t stop, the fraye… I hold onto a thread, a little blu… The tension is mine; it is a pain… Frenzied energy drains from my fin…
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
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…
