Why
So to spend a moment more
Without rolled up sleeves
Starving the fever of me
Indulging the ever empty
There lies the answer
Evoking so much
Here stays the question
I’m warned to not ask
Why
Concede: A Haiku
It’s a real tear
It will linger a lifetime
It’s a single tear
White
I like whispering
I like the morning
And it’s cold
And we’re cold
When it’s early and none ear can hear
When the grey doesn’t matter anyway
Thank You.
Never to be
The chance for a lifetime
Of telling
The mystery
Of you
To
You
So I will talk to the sea
It will understand
You know
Hung Up
You in this death never said
Goodbye
You in this life never said
Hello
Rooftops
What is there to say to the silhouette
Eyes and heart now stolen
Haunt me more
Keep me again from sleep
Let the light take its leave from your shoulders
No it cannot be
I drown in words
Though speech has escaped me
Shallow Breaths
I think I am certain I know
Rejection so painfully slow
Tho’ kindness would warrant godspeed
Fate feels that more torture I need
’til Then: A Haiku
You are equal here.
You are cared for. You are loved.
We help each other.
Thanking Her Senses
The furnace having done its job
Basks now, contentedly
The boy asleep at daybreak’s glow
Breathes rhythmic, calming me
The feline drowned in blanket rolls
Purrs more, despite her cool
The dawn as pleased as she can be
Sits smiling, rosy fool
Professor
Actual version of who I once knew
Free of the virtual grey
I’ll be the color-filled breath of true life
Looking for only you
