This Poet's Dream

These are the fluid lines that spill forth…

Month: August, 2012


Though the hours of the clock short
Every moment with you spans eons
Until the precipice piques
Eluding reason until grandfather time slips
And we fall into the chasm of ourselves once again


Haiku #23

The Wheel card rises
First full moon of August month
I sit in the glow

Haiku #22

Elevator stops
Fifth floor sea foam bricks stare back
Doors close, going up