A Haiku: January 20, 2018

Fitfulness of sleep
Will you float away or come
Dream with me I plead

Made New: A Haiku

This refining stage
That you pluck from me the world
The all I’d wanted

Roll up my shirt sleeves
Meet the ideal afire
Stand with my brother

This, more grand than truth
Though your lips never speak it
‘Tis part of the art

Here stands breathing proof
Bodies will live and yet die
Without right water

(Art credit:
USPS Sharks Stamps; usa forever)

What is it you Hope?
The steps of your Days, designed?
The Epic, real?

At times, I’m frightened
Stargazing above, alone
Wishing you were here

I faint remember
My excited Friday nights
Or a good man’s name

I don’t discount them
Those Days were important days
When I hoped with Hope