Dream – Page 9 – Iron Haiku

Drip

rust stained porcelain-
hard metallic drips echo
off the bathroom sink
–
far from sleep-
the dripping faucet
maddening

a golden buddha
in quiet contemplation
half buried in snow
–
gentle snow-
singing bowls
fall silent

crimson fingernails
lightly drawn along my skin
leaving ghostly trails
–
rain streaked windows-
we agree
on safe words

I placed you upon
a pedestal and now you’re
far beyond my reach
–
the house dark-
a distant moon
through the skylight

twisting in my sleep
I smell the blood and cordite
and lotus flowers
–
torrential rain-
countless lost
to take a hill

strange muted voices
filtered through thin hotel walls
keeping me awake
–
overcast-
alone again
far from home

the coals put to bed-
a sugar coated landscape
greets me at sunrise
–
saturday morning-
full of promise
beyond my bed

well before sunrise
the clamor of rubbish bins
echoes in my sleep
–
venus rising-
masked bandits
steal my trash

in the morning sun
slight pockets of fog linger
on winter hillsides
–
morning mist-
migrating geese
hug the shore

my old tired soul
steeped in warm flowing water
washing me away
–
frozen windows-
winter winds blow
through my soul