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

Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them

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

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

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

Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray

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

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

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…

Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths

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

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 grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops