Its sound is silence
only solemn reflection.
When did we chance
an elementary solution.
We aged apart,
only remember
when soul and heart
as one, does linger.
I feel my breath
a soft escape,
think about death
ahead our landscape.
We found a journey
children might read,
this once a fantasy
no longer a seed.
Fruition is valid
if felt a legacy,
only now the torrid
remains our irony.
Would seem we let
love become our quiet.
Last night in you
across a sky blue
she spoke to me
settled in upon a we.
This state of mind
is a quiet remind
when under her gaze
we did spend our days
turning toward night
feeling a constant might.
Yet out of reach
you did try to teach
me how to let go of the now,
how to realize just how
far we might go,
only this do I know.
Tonight I’m watching the moon
in her full radiance I will swoon
hoping only to wish.
We might again sense her wish.
 | a quiet man on Haiku Love |
 | Yernasia Quorelios on Haiku Love |
| a quiet man on I Took A Walk |
 | Priti on I Took A Walk |
| Priti on I Took A Walk |
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