Sleep – Page 15 – Iron Haiku

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

the sun reaching down
tenderly kissing the edge
of the atlantic
–
sandpipers-
morning waves
kiss my feet

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

the time worn tombstones
children taken far too soon
their stories untold
–
a cardinal takes wing-
poppy blossoms
in the church yard

streaks of wispy clouds
paint dry brushed on the canvas
of the evening sky
–
shadows of trees-
crickets by
my open window

dwelling in the past-
bricked up in this house of pain
my arm, my jailer
–
a wasp’s sting-
repeated lies
no longer told

empty eyes soulless-
sliding down the razors edge
between life and death
–
soft rattles-
promises of release
in the tall grass

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