This Poet's Dream

These are the fluid lines that spill forth…

Month: February, 2016

Haiku #83

Final hours call
Becoming creeping moments
As I await dawn

Love’s Lost Mooring

No matter what the journey holds it will always be
Without the presence
The preference

Found Again

Flowing through veins once cold
Flutters to life
With the blood of passion

Eternal is the gratitude
For all that flows between and around In and out.

As I go toward rest
I feel your hand in mine
Fingers smooth between mine
Slowly lacing
in and out.

Carrying on a dance of pleasure, desire.