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

The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors

A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase

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

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

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…

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

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

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…

Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?

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

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

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

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life