July 4, 2016: A Haiku

The dark laboured not
The grand-finale in sight
And already dusk

June 28, 2016: A Haiku

And the two sisters
Lived happily evermore
It was decided

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

Wrists crossed
A shield of sorts
From all that burns inside
Which threat
Should be indulged
Which trouble to let slide

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

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

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