broken butterflies
lay on discarded flowers
their story is lost
haiku
Walk On.
here rain sacred tears
washing away memories
the sunshine reveals
“hearts torn in every way” for Gerry.
Let Me Not Slumber
let me not slumber
for in sleep lives a nightmare
that consumes my dreams
Bête noire
I stir in waking
and the bloody teeth of dawn
devour all my dreams
A Last Haiku
at this point in time
I face a straightforward choice
to scream or to die
FOREST
there is a forest
at the end of all my dreams
its leaves fall each dawn
The Goddess
who dares taste of her
is lost to venal bouquets
that intoxicate
Lights
they are simply lights
shining below the darkness
but they promise home.
Goddess of the Dawn
take me to the east
where the fair Aurora dreams
of her mortal love.
Softly Spins
the sky is grey silk
from which fall the purest threads
softly spins the rain
