Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

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

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

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

A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock

Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me

To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com

Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest

Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more

Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin

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…

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