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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
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
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…
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
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:
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
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
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
