Tanka # 16


Though I am gone
The seasons shall turn
And the fields be tilled,
On this shore
The waves shall break forevermore.


A dream; A memory


She sat waiting for him –
time a comb running through her hair,
darkness a blanket kissing stars into her skin.

She sat waiting for him –
weaving silent threads into vessels of dreams,
tracing his face across the endless sea.

She sat waiting for him –
his kiss burning deeper into her heart,
this nameless love, in her womb, surging like a tide.