Thursday, April 30, 2009

Crescent moon haiku

buzzing mosquito
washes my loneliness away
: the night’s getting late

the stars, the moon, and
transitory solitude--
seize me, swiftly

behind the thin glass--
am I really this far away
from the crescent moon

whispering wind
outside my door, there’s just
whispering wind

black rain cloud
in between me and the moon
darker is the night

a giant cyclops
watching over me as the world
fall asleep

Lampineung, April 15, 2009

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