Last Song 

Dissonant in rapport, 

Your instrument of judgment

And now this song ends. 

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Sleepless Serenade 


The cicadas sing, 

While I sleeplessly ponder, 

Who do they sing to? 

Gone Fishing 

  
In this year to come,

The year of my silence,

I will be filled with wordless songs

And unspoken sonnets. 

In the year of my silence, 
Things broken will burn 

And out of death and ash will things be born 

In the year of my silence,
Devotion will cease to be offered to unavailable lips 

And only love will learn to spill from these neglected veins. 

In the year of my silence.
                      

                    .Silence.

Dark Skies and Evening Haikus

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The rain pours. He sings,
“If it’s a friend that you need”
God, let it be me.

Haiku of the Hampered Hymn

I can’t be quiet,

My soul sings like a song bird

Please do not cage me.