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

Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…

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

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

To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops

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

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

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

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

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

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

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

The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays

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

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