Count the stars of heaven

Our stories are more than the sand on the shore

Fake tears fall

From tiny bottle

Until real ones come

Posted on June 13, 2024 by aperture

Crisp chill winter night
Toddler learns to count by stars
Watching the moon bloom

Tears over you
Honestly
All I can do

Accusations done
Unrequited love lives on
Another year gone

Young mother treads by
Soft bundle wrapped on warm chest
Just like long ago

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

seasons unnumbered
friskiest kitten whiskers
growing on my chin

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