For something heavy, it is not the time.
Just smooth away the thoughts and not “unfoil.”
I’d like to go to sleep without my mind.
How ’bout a touch of sandalwood oil.
In fact, there won’t even be time to rhyme.
A Growing Haiku
Seeds will slowly grow.
Changes happen you can’t see.
Boys turn into men.
Wintery Haiku
condensation comes
when the insides feel too warm.
and so my eyes cry.
Whirlwinds and Roses
Somewhere between the whirlwind and the rose,
Somebody tries to find some peace of mind.
Without the wind, flowers forfeit their scent.
Searching for purpose in the storms of time,
Spinning around wherever this all blows…
Last Train to New York City
Is this your first time riding on the train?
Electric cars go rockin’ like guitars.
Some headphones help to fade away the trips.
Wherever you got on we’ve just one stop.
So wire tired eyes with caffeine sips.
We’re going far too fast to count the stars.
I’ve heard, this time, they’re calling for some rain.
the fragrance writer 