Haiku # 675

Batroun, Lebanon, March 2020

My touch in her skin
a wave at dawn unfurling
a white frothing sea

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Minuit…
dans son visage brule
la flamme du sommeil

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His touch
a warm sunlight filling
the cracks in her soul

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Batroun, Lebanon, March 2020

Spring twilight
I sip my tea and gaze
at the rising moon

On the Cusp of Spring

Her falling dress
a breath of fog and dew
lacing the forest,
naked she then wades
the blue water of dawn,
in the kiss of her skin
the morning sun rising.

In countless streamlets
the fire of her fragrance
replenishes my inkwell,
out of the hardness of stone
coaxing my will to rise
and face the world again,
shape the world anew
out of the depth
of my love and passion,
the maturity of my manhood,
the rejuvenating vigor of her presence
flowering in my heart,
pervading my being
with the light of eternity.

A Homecoming Song

The thunderous fall
of silence.
My heart
on the rock of dawn
breaks and shatters,
a wizard’s ball,
its misted fumes
breathing into the clear air
the vanishing images
of past and future.
Stillness,
the widening ring of silence
soaks all
into a single wave,
a clear, peaceful presence,
a white fabric
torn suddenly
by a shooting birdsong
as the mirthful ether sighs
a lighthearted hilarity,
every leaf and flower rustling
with a new found joy,
spring everywhere budding,
and my heart in the tumult
a blossoming red flower
reeling with ecstasy,
the whisperings of home.