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…

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

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

Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray

No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told

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

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

Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils

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

Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply

A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle

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…

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

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?

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