(2013)
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?
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
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…
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
