Plain white sheets I write on..... br one emotionless day stand still in front br its calm cold layers br freeze my fingers, br incarcerate mind’s fervor.. br near I hear foot prints on sand br rain drops drizzle... br I hear.... tears from my eyes or br from the clouds above... br on grass I walk and I feel br so earthy, wisteria climbs and br drapes purple flowers on my dreams, br a sparrow so tiny finds a nest br on my bemused alphabets br wind blows slowly so softly and br whispers a secret, a fear br of a secret of a dream I dreamt br I take autumn colors br as its aroma is earth br and it is my color, a survivor br of my amber dreams br rest all shriveled as black, reflecting br life’s emptiness on the edge of a cliff br moving crowd.... br as they move forward br no care, no feelings, no love br but flaunts a pale greed.... br they move forward, in a hurry br in search of elusive self...