This Poet's Dream

These are the fluid lines that spill forth…

Month: March, 2014

Haiku #45

It’s 2:45
Birds chirping like it’s morning
Something is amiss

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See You Later

Still my tears falling
Heart
Askew
Ripped away from the source
Of joy
Of comfort
My days will be dry
Lips parched for your kisses
Nights wet
With the sweat of missing you
Eternal sparks were ignited
Between our orbs
Ne’er to extinguish
Ne’er to part in this plane or the next

Haiku #44

The quiet moments
Are frequently hardest
Your absence prevails