Poetry – Page 2

Haiku 355/365

Need your touch, I have a resistance to distance Make me blush, with eyes.

A dark winter came, blowing ice, snow, and sadness through the bone and vein.

It hurts to see crimes It hurts to see hate, to see… it’s at your front door.

A fever erupts– your soul, your lungs. You breathe – can’t run. Just lying, stunned.

Disturb the silence with the sound of your stories light the world, light up.

The end of the year is nearing close. What to do? Nowhere near my goals.

Is there use for this? For poems, for rhyme, for tales? Does it feed your soul?

My dreams once told me of a gift I would receive and you said the same.

The world becomes warm with your hands in mine, with your love wrapped around us.

I long for the day that I can write this story, the one my dreams play.