June 20, 2016: A Haiku

When I am near you,
I am found nearer to me.
Still. I know my place.

June 19, 2016: A Haiku

I wonder was he
there, The dark, at life’s first cry.
‘Twas eve, afterall.

But for candlelight
It grows dimmer with each night
Her glad silhouette

What has brought me pain
Is only merciful truth
Shining down on me

Ask just the question
To which you see the answer
Warns the tattered heart

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

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