Drought: A Haiku

If there were ever.
A time. To call. To The Clouds.
I bid, move your lips.
Before dusk, Fairfield, CA; July, 2015

This Haiku: Silent Hello

My wish: You’d kiss me.
First my hand, then my forehead.
No words. Just kiss me.

I must walk pretty

And seek proper light as I

Hope to feed others

I’m eternally
On this side of that heaven
My heart knows the hymn

I am wrapped in red.

And next to me, you-shaped air.

And way out West -you.

You’ve awakened me,
yet still evade my fingers.
I feel. It’s a sign.

King and Queen of Hearts
They were Warriors of Love
It was Dirty Work

Me here and you there
Spans no true distance at all
My soul’s tug tells me

Pane opened, barely
Breeze falls in, clings to my spine
I should invite you

The Infinite Sky
I’d wondered where I’d hear them
The ancient birds’ songs