A conversation
cherished until one day had
become the next day
And, as tired as I
am, nothing could induce me
to lay down my pen
So, I let the ink
flow like vocabulary
words long forgotten
My mind more awake
than in any daylight hour
outside world at bay
Except the crickets
who will sing me to sleep with
sighing fiddle tunes
As I dream, echoes
of your goodnight will evolve
into good morning
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4 comments:
That was sweet...
:)
Great set of inspired haikus
Hommina, hommina, hommina.
All this for
a guy from New Jersey?
Osquer, that was as beautiful as the soul behind it! How I envy those crickets.
Jay
*blushes*
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