You be my Haiku
And I’ll be your Stanza
Stretched and bent
Water lines made of old straw
Known by a seamstress
Who knit all her handkerchiefs
And stitched them with a heart
Sultan my gospel
Fig tree in my heart song
Your sweet mouth
To my interpunct.
Tag: gospel
Rise of My Sunshine (day 1901)
Like the rise of my sunshine
Open windows so wide
I’m gospel of a better way
(Uneven says the mind)
Powers to a better place
In a land of snowy down
Where my buttercups
Chase around little pawns
And trees so tall
Grand Duchess round
Green spires so high
Needles falling from my sky
Early moments of a brand new day
Rise of my sunshine
Of Delicacy (day 1820)
To wish away cruelness
Tap against night’s rain
Linger in a soft gaze
Float about a name.
A paw against green grass
Sound amidst deep silence
Precious moments first awake
Gospel of harmony.
Hand upon arching back
Soul touch tingling neck
Gaze upon a sweet moon
Mist upon dark sea.
