poetry – Page 82

Haiku: Dream

A humanist dream,
thoughts best kept to myself in
this aggressive world.

Maybe you will meet me there,
I might wait for you,
or we might come together.

Some say only time will tell,
others say we are fools,
everyone has their opinion.

Maybe fate is a cruel one,
you may lose hope,
I might gain a different view.

We say to one another
just a little longer, love;
we’ll be together soon.

Rising at the crack of dawn,
jogging around the same route,
eating the same breakfast,
climbing the corporate ladder.

Dreaming away until midday,
walking at night in the darkness,
eating a different breakfast,
ceasing to be defined by career.

You are an Early Riser,
and I am a Night Owl,
You want the World,
and I want the Unseen.

Picking up plastic
water bottles by the sea.
So many don’t care.

You baked the best bread,
imaginary fruit loaf
when we were so poor.

You swept
me away,
out to sea,
willingly lost.

Bare branches begin
to grow as the sunshine turns
Winter into Spring.
Rolling down the scented hills
of peach and pineberry.

I wanted revenge,
thoughts of death and destruction.
Withering away.

Stargazing alone,
once your world becomes quiet,
you talk to the cows.

Wading in the sea glass and the sandstone,
look for the place where you used to stand,
thinking back to every time we came here.

An image of you returns.
I cannot remove that image from my mind;
you continue haunting
my life, my mind, and this place of our own.

Wading with only beautiful memories of you,
hearing the bombs fall,
my heart and my mind yearn to see you again.