This Haiku: You’ve Won

In the writing world
In the whole-wide, spinning world
In my little world

On a Hike: A Haiku

If it be my fate
That I be your loving fate
May it come to pass

Of wake-up whispers:
I love you world. Yes, I will….
Take these outstretched hands.

I saw us loving
But it was in black and white
There must be color

I Learned. I Noticed.
I Wondered. I Do Believe.
This Is How I Feel.

You look and you learn
You seek and you see
But this shirt I slept in
This shirt that I wept in
Is the shirt where I learned to see me

It’s the shirt that I’ll dance in
It’s the shirt that I’ll love in
And tho’ it’s still stained
With milk and not meat
It will not be made a mockery

Where white silk has never been worn
Nor promises ever spilled forth
No petals tossed up in good sport

None troubadours have set the scene
No busy-ers to plan the dream
The path forth untrodden and green

With eyes that see sacred in place
Beside Love’s Best Fly-ing Ace
The air with my oath I’ll then grace

Nothing? Don’t say it.
It’s everything, this, your breath.
Courage and fear merged.

One step, then the next

One bare heart will lead to two

Love’s weapons we use

It must have magic
It’s said we’d die in its name
Strangers and brothers