Thursday, January 01, 2009

Haibun - Drift


Through the depths of a dream, I can
feel your touch...rising, roused, we glide
in a featherbed, half-awake, half-asleep.

scented sheets -
white lilac covered by
the darkness of snow

Held by you, on some wading pond,
I float and arc - letting myself fly as
bow, arrow and target become one.

The archer hits the mark.

rings through rings --
the glow of a Romeo

y Julieta