Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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…

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

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