a haiku ; change of perspective

Lost...

Your unnameable-love
shattered...
fragments I sifted through
reason...
I know nothing
I have looked everywhere
still lost in the maze
Was I there?
I am the rhizome that sips water
from this vanishing stream
slipping away...

a haiku; Dazzled

On Quagmire

a mirage in my waking dream,
beneath the sun, a thirsty vagrant,
devouring an offered realm
a wisp of joy of a long-felt want.
malleable as a childlike's mind,
dancing with the tune of nature's band.
Oh! how I wish this dream expands
to touch the tip of someone's hand
clinched-thought when truth sinks in,
could be untruth unraveling.
king of my world, I've refused to defend.
chaos! when he's dead they say
syllabus of teaching in disarray
my feet stood upon a miry ground
a strand of thread, I can't hold on
good and evil in coexistence?
endless woe, a judgement in rem.

a haiku; peril of vanity

Ashen Grey Horizon

In a cloistered-life,
devouring every drop
of uttered word,
in any moment will dry up
but tears will never be.

Ephemeral cloud,
an almost tangible wraith-
my love is unfettered by truth,
it can only bloom in freedom
A cord to touch, not to bind-
to ruin a domain built with blood.

The author spawns birds to fly,
fish for oceans; mindless
jellyfish obeying instincts.
But man is rooted on earth
who seeks the clouds...

Watching you, in every waking moment,
staring the ashen grey horizon.
The sunbeam's reflection on ice
are your eyes, a warm blanket.
And I have endured...

haiku: chasm in time