055: Haiku

Append missing time

to a blemished résumé -

hell is a mirror.

[Written long ago, slightly altered.]

010: Perfect day

Sunshine and sand and the waves' murmur,

the warm light spelled the doom of all winters.

Liquid gold, reclining in the breeze

defined swaying contours in my eyes.

Lying still,

we were treading in the footsteps of angels

and you whispered the rhyme of a secret stairway,

but I could not decypher the words.

Weightless colossi above bore witness to the moth,

dancing on a silent tune.

On that day, the sapling could hold root no more,

but time washed and withered the consequences

'til there was just sunshine and sand and the waves' murmur.

[written sometime around January '09]