Beckoning is a word
I have not used before,
But now your heart
Is calling me
There’s nothing I want more.
I was dieing all this time
But now that I’m alive,
Beckon me, newfound love,
Together we arrive.
Tag: yearn
Haiku #667
667.
All autumnal thoughts
Returning to your beauty.
All next, unscripted.
Haiku #660 – #662
660.
Blue October rains,
How can anything be the same
Now I have a name.
661.
My ears are yearning;
All these years were slow-burning
In nautilus souls.
662.
Long maritime love;
I’ve been at sea for so long.
Rock salt, scented words.
Haiku #655
655.
Dieting can be tough,
When since my adolescence
I reached to lost love.
Haiku #606
606.
My continuous
Search for non-existent states;
My myth made substance.
Yearn
I yearn for you,
As nature yearns for birth,
As water yearns to fall
And become something else,
Something different,
As the Moon observes the Earth,
As silence takes its turn.
Moments freefall
Without you
And that is why my love
I yearn.
