Haiku

Strangers walking by
Outside the open window
So far from your view

Haiku

All in order now
A crimson sky above me
Another dawn smile

--

Line of cypresses
Gossamer memories fading
So far away now

August 4, 2015

His father's son
With senses like Waterford
And red ruby heart

--

No summer kisses
Beneath the Emerald Isle
She waits patiently

--

Autumn almost here
So distant a time since last
So distant the space

--

August 2, 2015

Kumquat

Kumquat blossoms
Assault my fragile senses
So lovely now parted

Haiku

Tendrils of steam
Bitter on the palate, sweet
Two faces, green tea

Finch on house, fence
Fencing bravely with song
Protecting my heart

Weeping is willow
Washing the faint sorrow
Being across the sea

Pre Dawn

Gentle, birds chirping
Morning dawns my mind stirs
Into scent, green tea

Distance, ocean
Scent of skin on her neck
Lingers, all mine

Contralto singing
Song of recent life echoes
Like tea, all smiles

Melting

I am falling to you

as unique as anything in

this universe could ever be.

Not as one who loves you

for who and what could

with senses; know you,

and not love you?

Who and what who has

stolen a view of the gentle

tremor of your lips; smiling,

could possibly turn away?

Except in bashfulness like

a child caught staring

at his first encounter of beauty

from across the recess yard.

I am unique.

I am unique because as

a snowflake happens only once;

as it crystallizes into complexity,

for only one; once,

to be gazed upon by your eyes;

your deep green eyes.

I shall have the one journey cast from

an ice cloud and fall, and fall, and fall

as I fall into you.

And after we briefly see each other,

after anticipation;

excitement,

and landing on your delicate nose,

knowing I shall disappear.

Giving you only one sensation;

the only one that I am capable of, then

melt into less than a droplet of water

into your snowy skin.

But I will not disappear from this world;

I will be absorbed into your being;

become part of you. And

so fleeting as the moment was;

I am become part of you which

is where I have waited my entire

existence for;
it is, where I belong.

(10 March, 2015)

Ghosts

This autumn I won't be spending with ghosts
I won't be dancing with faces that have faded
the golds and reds of this season will fall
and be a prelude to the light of what I'll find
when these lids lift and the warm glow of you
touches my face, I'll know it is time to wake

11 December 2008