A Speck in Time

I kicked the earth, dust gathered at my feet, solitude broken and stirred with mirth; darkness shattered like glass, remembering the past; a small speck in time we both shared, until the music stopped.  Strings hang limp, where marionettes once danced.

Listen to My Heartbeat

My heart droops and drops, thumps, it sighs and cries; in circles it runs, around and around; empty field, a vacant lot, it watches and wants, waiting for that next hello. Hello again, hello rain.  When will the rain come down?  

I plead to the clouds, where are you? A whisper on a breeze replies, here I am.  Softly, silently, the parched earth hears the sound, it echos the falling sky, pelting the ground.  

Running through the streets, I thought I lost you.  Jumping over and between the crowd, around the drops of heartache, the rain fell over my eyes like a shroud.

Nothing more, nothing less, a mere whispered tear fights the breeze, lifts, floats, down on the tip of a butterfly’s wing; it caresses the air to secrets of my heart, with this key you will open; and the rain came down to sing.

The Flood - dreamscape Haiku

That one precious time

scorching blue, billowing clouds

puncturing moments

mud puddles melting

pelt scarred earth with drops of tears

coming down and down

oozing up to see

only one to see this time

a vapor are we

floating through the cracks

walls, floors, ceiling plaster falls

clouds tell you goodbye

my love vanishes

windswept loud and taken up

seeps a vanquished cry