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

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

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

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

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

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?

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

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…

Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array

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…

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

Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?