Rest
Like the beach, incessantly pounded by waves
Sand, slowly stripped from its’ shores –
Like the ship brow-beaten through years of storms,
Timber straining through the ceaseless surge –
I yearn to at last be swallowed in the great abyss
Of dark, undisturbed rest.

Haiku time!

Cherry blossoms

Petals fall away

Languidly, leaving a void

In the pink above

Buttercup

I open to you,

Echoing in my small way

The light of my world.

Musing (in or out)

I was a poet,

But I never knew until

You walked through the door

Impressed

I thought of you when

A swift storm soaked through my shirt

Thought of you and smiled

and we're done