(2013)
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
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…
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
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
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
The words are muffled and shifting… The pounding won’t stop, the fraye… I hold onto a thread, a little blu… The tension is mine; it is a pain… Frenzied energy drains from my fin…
