Sunday, January 18, 2015

Old Trader: Haiku

Day offers no rest.
All dust's in the stranger's shoes.
Night hints at old lights.

Love: Haiku

Love is for giving.
Love loves love, and hurts easy.
Love, torrential.

Inner Outer Spaces: Haiku

Holes to nowhere. Black
Empty mists of time, all told.
Vales in the thunder.