Let me die unknown
my heart held by the river
as it sings my song
On my face, the years
in joy and pain have carved
a single word — life
My face, the poem of the years.
Tag: the years
Unseen
My life, when I think of it,
what has it been?
A play of candle light on the wall
on a quiet evening,
dewdrops hanging to the leaves
for a minute then falling,
a trail of mist vanishing
in the morning sun,
leaves falling, falling
to be carried by the wind.
What has my life been?
A thing of no consequence,
a birdsong in the forest
no one hears,
a hermit’s fire consuming to ashes
the solitude of his years.
My life, a star shining
in the sky of my own heart,
a poem the shape of arms
aching to be held,
a tear no one touches,
no one sees.
Haiku # 763
Things are now clear…
I’ll end as I begun
a whisper in the wind
My mother’s dementia…
talking with someone
slowly slipping away
A moment of silence…
clouds moving slowly
across the dusk sky
The years roll on
turning into wine
the once bitter tears
Rooted in Love 