Find me where the stars wink,
only whispers cool the soup of night.
Sliding letters through spiral tunnels,
my crayons sketch secrets unseen.
Oftentimes, I write with sunshine and shadows,
while frozen apples fly into the abstract sky.
Personal tattoos echo stories from the moon.
Can you hear the giggles of the clock?
To connect, wrap your words in sparrows.
Send them through crooked branches.