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

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…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed

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

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…

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life