Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Three Years



Since you left me behind
I have traveled so far.
I did not find you, only
slightly softer places to be.
A cloud near the moon, a
ladder of sunlight, a crystal
shower of stars, a turtle's
secret place by the sound
of a strange turquoise sea.

In a dream, we waltzed over
a golden meadow. You told me,
"One day, my love, you will come
to me and we shall dance on the moon."

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

river rocks haiku

Cares of the mind like

        Rush  of water over stone

                 Smoothed by time passing.