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

A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle

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

A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

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

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

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

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

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens