~ Haiku ~

a fine shard of gold
Your life glistens like Spring rain
held with joy, & gone

plates clatter and chime
hands envelope suds & grease
mind not here, but there
each chime & clatter I ride
wistful, fleeting times with suds

words empty and sharp
chirped with a distant flavor
transported to onyx
seeped with you to unkind worlds
yet here we stand miles apart

cup of floating leaves
steam dances to meet my nose
a cup with sweet songs
sweeter made by my labors
earned sweetness caught by tea leaves

my bedroom window
feeds me music of child-play
jovial brightness
contrasted by my mind's games
left starved for sweet tunes

serene melody
notes drift, and cascade like silk
sweeping my mind clean
 it's an old friend, remembered
music brings bliss and true love

haunting discomfort
a realm with detached flavor
nights dreams echo life
a pesky thorn that needs ease
my dream's map guides me to see