Categories
Poetry

Hope

I long for the day
when the apricot sunrise
looks at the world
and feels only pleasure
rather than pity.

I await the evening
when the blushing sunset
kisses the world
feeling satisfied
in place of sorrow.

I hope for the night
when the moon
illuminates our souls
the glow melting
her morose melancholy
so she can experience
the true warmth of love.

Categories
Haiku & Shortform

ripples

a calm lake quivers
seduced by the moon’s soft kiss
telling ripples rise.