heaven’s dark Seven: a haiku

no wonder I doubt
the night sky’s sparkle and depth
for he is fleeting

Photo Credit: Tiger R., age 14

Original Thought Credit: “You should know a man seven years before you stir his fire.”
— Charles Dibdin, 1803

Multilingual: A Haiku

There’s much to be said
But I’m not pulling their card
Today or Wednesday

Too much of the wrong
And of the right, not enough
His eyes exiled her

Stand up straight today
Lock your bones back into place
Be ‘bout your business

Sublime, and a crime
Exhaling toxicity
Now how freedom feels

They’re rehaunting them

The wonderlands they once roamed

Where they killed their Queens

Evidence, surely
To believe the dawn’s story
We’re aglow again

Not a paper heart
Visited me, but also,
Not a ghost of lies

I am the sing-song
Embedded in your lost heart
I am your soul-song