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

Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream

Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink

A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there

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

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

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

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?

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

Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice

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