June 15, 2016: A Haiku

All the all of you
Aimed straight at my soul I wish
Weren’t coincidence

June 14, 2016: A Haiku

was it that i was
a most delicate flower
who could hold her own?

I have fancy eyes
And smiles that last forever
With which to make haste

Blanket Me with books
In the grass and balmy air
Try to kiss me there

The one running loose
With Einstein hair wants to learn
Is love relative

My hand and a kiss
Take nothing more from me, Love
Summon no wise words

And it’s disastrous
And it beautifies the world
Imagination

Waging with all heart a war
Pursuing a day that would never be
Offering the honor
Of a fair and good Fight
With bowed eyes I lay
Down my sword, down

Stairs
Steps
Stacks of grand books
Her hands reaching out
Sometimes there’s someone to grab them

White
Brown
Body unclothed
Her tears crying out
Never there’s anyone aware

Flying
Soaring
Feet on the ground
Her mind reaching out
Always there’s nobody who’ll speak

It was just a child
The world put its weight upon
It was just a bride