Upon first glance
Face pale moonlight
Equal to beauty
Illuminated to many
Revolutions of earth
A woman of substance
Fine grain as wood
Seasons surround bloom
Flourishing, blaze endured
Striking contrast
Colours lines artistry
Framing graciously
Most glorious smile
Gentle touch
A mother's words
Soothes my need
Let it be enough
Not a word required
For all my hundred thousand
Your silence speaks more
We are but two clouds
Drifting in same direction
Melting into one
A haiku
Art no rhyme
Nor title
Beats numbered
Steps taken
Only closer
To sudden end
Sweet surrounds
Painted in mind
Inhabit dreams
Yet never mine
Sincerely yours
Streams of regrets
Trail along
Passing storms
Probably for the best
Since she had little
Patience
For bouts of anxiety
Directly related to
Her presence
Sweet smelling buds
Of opportunity open
Before me
Tiny fleck of scar
Always showing
Blooming through
White picket palings
An all consuming love
Insatiable hunger
For fine delicacies
Who ups and leaves
A sachet of saccharine
In finest of tea
Time and patience
All is needed
A scarcity of these
Delayed satisfaction
Uncertainty plagues
Ecology means home
Deprived of opportunity
One may never grow
Steeped leaf raspberry tea
Choc walnut revelry
Creamy bean scoop vanilla
Lemon curd lap clean
Palate of particular
Pleasantries as two
Self proclaimed peculiar
Personalities delve
Into past selves
Arising changed
In most important ways
Resurrected new wave
Fantasies titillate
Over tip of tongue
Broody spring Saturdays
Live on
If ever an original thought
Possessed fair and true
Surely it would be one time
I fell in love with you
Sheer freedom to spend
Hastily penned prose
As a lottery win
Tossed to the wind
Not a single note
To be found now
All love expended
Where to now?
Count the stars of heaven 