June 26, 2016: A Haiku

Over. Round and round
I’ll pedal. I’ll not forget.
I’ll fall from That bike.

June 25, 2016: A Haiku

Would that the Cello
Her Master’s breath resounding
Sing on nonetheless

Draw the parallels
Take heart we’ll not intersect
Watch me from yonder

Seeing you hand-held,
I ache. Yet I pray and smile
most earnestly, oh.

Avoid suffering
Walk as if I’m a figment
So soon I will be

I need your shoulders
covered, dear one, when the night
air proves chilled again.

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

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