Dream – Page 21 – Iron Haiku

changing directions
deciding my journey starts
were the pavement ends
–
a cold wind-
stepping out
onto thin ice

alone with my thoughts
in the distance barren trees
fade into the mist
–
before sunrise-
my mug of tea
gently steaming

standing by the sink
staring at my soapy hands
my momentum gone
–
blinders on-
running headlong
towards a dead end

the early morning sun
walks amid the wet grass and
turns the dew to gold
–
twilight-
memories of dreams
most elusive

in a dusty tin
a collection of the days
that lead me to you
–
withered leaves-
the memories of
an old diary

quarter past midnight-
the breath of the city through
my open window
–
leafless trees-
darkened cars through
the driving rain

butterfly kisses
half asleep on my shoulder
soft breath in my ear
–
cool breeze-
your tears
slowly drying

awake and alone
the contours of your body
still fresh in my sheets
–
a startled thrush-
impressions left
in the tall grass

faces of the dead
constantly with me waiting
for my eyes to close
–
lost souls-
the silence
of the fen

split in two at birth-
all these years spent searching for
that which makes me whole
–
wild horses-
where the river
meets the sea