As fires burn out
Sky falls down
Storms abate
Floods recede
Sometimes best
To ride it out
Breaking heart
Time to heal

As fires burn out
Sky falls down
Storms abate
Floods recede
Sometimes best
To ride it out
Breaking heart
Time to heal

All I do is kiss you through the bars of a rhyme
~ Dire Straits

You taught me all
Mysteries of miniature
Universe beneath
Endless surprise
Wander to capture
Beauty reflected
In our eyes

Young mother treads by
Soft bundle wrapped on warm chest
Just like long ago
A lifering
Squalls capsize
Survive gales
Inflatable ego
Punctured bail
Ocean swallows
Strong arm fails
Love buoys will
Till smooth sail

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

Not a word required
For all my hundred thousand
Your silence speaks more

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

Tending fields of gold
Wild meadows chorus in tune
Swollen harvest moon

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
