Night – Page 46 – Iron Haiku

wandering this earth
unseen, tired, yearning to be
finally at peace
–
midnight rain
gnarled branches
scrape my window

a warm ombré sky
the slowly turning sunlight
at the edge of night
–
green waters
tadpoles weave
through the rushes

searching for respite
from the stalkers in the night
attacking my toes
–
morning dew
gossamer threads
catch the sunrise

on the horizon
a perfect amber orb rests
motionless in space
–
molten silver
seeps through
barren branches

moonlight runs into
the soft hollow of your throat
and spills down your breast
–
blue black night
the grey owl
becomes the moon

after images
through the rain streaked windowpanes
impending thunder
–
mountain stream
a whisper of
quiet nonsense

ripped from a deep sleep
waking up in tattered clothes
not sure where I am
–
full moon rising
my true form
no longer hidden

thin walls, raised voices
across the street, it’s last call
in my third floor flat
–
crow on a gaslight
fog blanketing
cobblestones

watching you watch me
through heavily lidded eyes
as sleep becomes you
–
brindle underbrush
a chipmunk rests
beneath the leaves

dressed in homespun
with an old straw broom, barefoot
sweeping the dirt floor
–
breaking sun
moist soil on
the coffin’s lid