Wanted: A Haiku

For me, sell pencils
For me, protect our small space
For me, be present

Estopped

We thought ourselves so slick
In possession
Of some golden grasp
Reserved

We'd dig and dig
And defy getting dirty
Except our hands
Covered

Nobody knew
Or none would tell
Then one day
Busted

With my eyes closed
I beheld you
Held you in my arms
And named
Each heartbeat

You didn't know
The length of my pain
Today, sleep well, I say
For tomorrow, no sleep
'til Sunrise

This is a gentle rain, I promise
And it will not drown,
But renew you
Your ghosts
Your clouds
Will linger for their time,
Then be washed away

I don't want to miss a song, love
The harmony of us, the range
The highs and lows
And when there be storms
The chase

All these people in over their heads
gladly
treading water, still.

Prettying up their
space
in ways thought not possible.

May we have peace, perfect peace
despite
the taunts of the cats in the box.

The death-grip surrounding
Some bouquet
The white-lace lies getting
In the way
I watch such nonsense fleeing
From my day

Should the sunrise be at your back
Today, or for a spell
Won't you carry on?

Let those on the shoreline
Seeing their truth for the first time
Have their realizations

Know
If you're facing darkest unknowns
Light can only follow you

Dreaming
While awake and
In need
Of sleep
I am not ready
To not
Be here
In the place between
There and here
I can make you
Come true

Even they, the ghosts
Look to the light, so they'll know
How beauty best haunts