Sunlight

Sunlight in the sky
glimmers upon the ocean
sparkles in my heart

Vase

Empty vase, waiting to be filled.

Companion

Sails high, the great yacht sits on the authors oak desk, navigating its wooden shores. Year after year it sits, steady on its course. Travels the world through his books and words, witness to adventures typed out on the old computer screen. The office ocean, a world in its own.

Gradually the desk is emptied, no more typing, no more words. The author has gone, the boat remains. Alone in the deep, no destination in sight.

Sails let down, packed away in a box, adventures are over. Say goodnight to the sea.

Haiku 26

Shadows fall upon
your path; step out of darkness
walk in guiding light

Rock face

Matthew stood on the edge of the rocks. The wind took his breath away. He leaned into the air. It whipped his face, wrapped around his body. Raising his arms, he felt as if he could fly. He stood on the edge, a tear formed in his eye. Lowering himself, he resting his legs over the rock face, lay on his back and sung to the sky.

Holiday moment

sea air gently drifts
sun sets in the horizon
breathing deep, I sit
alone on the balcony
a bright lizard scuttles past.

Scribe

Clearing through the attic at my childhood home, I come across a letter. Ink faded, paper crisp. Easing open the envelope, an elegant scribe I do not know.

The letter is addressed to my mother, Dearest Angela, dated years before the thought of me even existed. I read through the words, an ache in my heart.

A letter scribed with love, emotions I can only imagine. This is not my fathers writing. How I long to know more.

Quiet

Serene silence in
the empty cemetery,
rain gently falling
dew in the wild grass lay
tears upon your resting place

Morning rain

Patter on the window
drumming on the roof
rain tells a story
soundtrack to so much
Walking hand in hand
rushing through a storm
loss of a friend
day you were born
Flood of emotions
awash with love and pain
sat here listening
to the rhythm of the rain

Stone cold

The tunnels were cool, a welcome shade in the hot summer sun. We ran through the labyrinth, chasing our echoes in the ancient stone. Dark into light, a dash across the cobbled square, then delve back into the shadows. The chase was on. We’d run this way for hours, ducking and diving through the small Italian town. A fall, harsh stone ripped the skin, stinging flesh hanging off, blood stained the bleached cobbles. After that we didn’t run anymore, though the echoes were still there.