I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow

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

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

Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly

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…

Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest

To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com

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

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

Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow

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…

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

I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…

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