Bastion: A Haiku

You can kiss my eyes
Just who do you think you are
Touching me that way

’round she goes

I whispered to you
It was dark but I told you where you were
All I noticed was The Light
What did I tell you

The remaining rain
Treasure, you would love the scent
The clouds, dust and Sun

Talk about the feel

The distance and soft leather

That you’ve never touched

All that is admirable or despised
Is either and
Art or delirium

I’ll ever have hope
I see what that makes me
Looking through these eyes I’m giv’n

It means I can’t reject magic or
Dismiss mystery in
People surrounding me

It makes me forever
A prisoner tucked quietly in
Grey rooms watching the wind

I am eyes poised ahead
Seeing all that makes me
I’ll ever have hope

Speak with energy
See smiles you were made to see
Is what He tells me

And if you will sigh
Enthusiastically
At peace you shall be

Your distance from us
Is perfect for us
Lest I be just fodder for you
And should mine eyes close
I’ll keep you this close
In my peripheral view

Hey retro blue Truck
Bring me back from there to Now
Down roads that breathe Truth

Of wake-up whispers:
I love you world. Yes, I will….
Take these outstretched hands.