Is the night all that big
Or does it simply seem as such?
Is it the days, desperate
Cloudbanks looming in the East
That force away any silver-lining hopes?
Is there quiet solace anyplace?
Tag Archives: Sky
Waylon
Go where you will
Go where you wouldn’t
I have already found you
Hidden from their eyes
Yet blazing
Screaming through the Skies
The Same Measure
Look with me
Far enough up
Forgive the atmosphere, layered
Its pain, its shame
See with me
Filterless skies
Redeem them, though unasked
Their Gossamer egos, thin skin
Sky Askew
Where is the what
or the Who that explains
the oft’ fruitlessness
of my overall mess and the how I say yes long before I have said I know why?
When my proclivity
to touch humanity’s
innate toxicity
brings my doom, what is it that lauds me and steals the sharpest wits gifted me?
Altogether Lovely: A Haiku
The way that you Love
You look familiar to me
The Source of your Love
phoria
It is as if
When laying on the grass
Face to the sky
Which we all do
We see high noon through one eye
And midnight through the other
Which we all don’t
Bright then Dark
Breakneck speed
It is enough
unbothered
Pieces and parts
Never a whole
Never a woman worthy
Always too much
Less than enough
Less than a dance deserving
Benevolent Sky
Why the sky wanted me as its muse
I cannot say
I’d not wish to betray its lifelong, headstrong whimsy?
In its own whirlwind of Days, I was its only constant?
Pressure, and I the soft voice that reduced the storm of it all?
Mercy, it contained and it wanted to rain upon me?
Surely it cannot be a great love for me. Or…can it be?
On the possibilities, I pretend to opine
But I cannot say
Likely Planets: A Haiku
At times, I’m frightened
Stargazing above, alone
Wishing you were here
Torn Sky
I need you night
Stand still
I'll breathe shallow
Lest I disrupt cricket song
Watch I will, and wait
Quiet
To not rush you along
Come upon me dawn
Harp and birdsong shrill
Let my senses have you
Creation, tell me, "hark!"
Gentle, speak thee,
Clock
Tick none tocks toward dark
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