This poignant silence

At some point, I hope
An exclamation point stops
This poignant silence.

A new haiku. An old story

Pain is a costant
companion, incessant ache
an arc struck, blinding.

I walk through my dreams to bring you flowers every morning.

I dream of an island uncharted, in placid seas

during summer heat she dreams of walks in winter snow

Moonrise over Custom House Tower, City Hall Plaza.

An Illustrative Raven (detail)

Deserted haiku

The mesa shimmered,
hovered above/oasis
deserted distance

I drempt of clouds over distant mesas

late night impressionistic fog in an empty station

 

An imaginary day in an undiscovered landscape

in the eye of the beholder