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

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

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?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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