Morning Haiku

MORNING  Haiku

Lost Lazy Ducks Cross
Aimlessly Patiently Walk
Children Quack and Mothers Talk

Today I Think Of You

It is the  dawn
I know because I can feel its' silence
It is senseless  to get out of bed 

and wake  the Sun
soon enough she will rise alone  pull up the shade and drown me in light

My imagination slowly staggers
It begins with the memory of a fleeting moment then quickly leads me to the demons of regret

So many days  I have walked with my eyes in mourning 

and my heart full of death

So many days I have  searched for you

 and for so many  reasons

it is the dawn

It is the dawn 

I know because I know this color

It is not black or gray or blue 
It is the color that lingers as the stars close their eyes
and the only thing that lights the sky is my solitude

It  is the color of restlessness of hope

of adventures that had no beginning

dreams that had no end

It is the color of my soul
It is the color of my heart
It is  the color  of  the dawn

It is the dawn

I know because you are not here

It is the dawn because tomorrow you will not come

It is the dawn of the beginning
It is the dawn of the end
It is the dawn
It is the dawn

Fall

I woke this morning to find myself thirty pounds heavier, thirty years older,        with a distant  and fading past, 

 a preposterous present                   

and cursed with an infidel future.

Fall had met the Long Island sky. 

Trees rage the heavens with the beauty of their bursting foliage.
Every color of the autumn palette,

golden yellow and forever greens, twinkle like diamonds  dancing in the cold sunlight.

Heather browns and purple reds, fire and light scream that they were here before the inevitable forever winter's night.

The wind whispers it's autumn song  gently kissing the north shores glistening tides. On the water a mirrored reflection of white cotton puffed clouds paint our vision north,south,east and west. 

Beauty disguises the bitter glory, the ending truth, simultaneously reminding  us once we lived in eternal youth.

These Days

These Days
Where do I begin? 
One has so many wonders,so many questions, so many cares.

Darkness is colored in a darker hue.

Daylight is dimmed by your missing shadow.

Every door opened is a reminder that your steps will not follow,

that your words will not break the inexplicable, distilled, lingering air.

Where do I begin if all my days are trembled with passing thoughts of you.
The lyrics we sung are now unstrung words with no cadence,no meaning, no song.
The melody that was you is gone.

Where do I begin if the words I share are left drifting  in the wind, 

a soliloquy is not meant for one.

Where do I begin
if you are not here to answer,
where do I begin?

Nights That Never End

Its  320 in the morning;  I  wake up with the brightest  light shining through my window.  I  step outside to find the garden showered in moonlight  and shadows dancing  in and  out of hidden sites. I think of you  and find myself longing  to lose myself in  your embrace and soft long kisses  Your perfume still lingers and I am lost  again in  dreams of nights  that never end.

MOONLIGHT EMBRACE

Moonlight Embrace

Bathed in the moonlight, 

sung to by the stars ,

our whispers were everything

 our hearts were as one.

                                 MCV 10/20/13

To Emily on her birthday "Forever"

Forever

Forever I will see the little girl I cradled in my arms
who stole my world and captured my heart
who held my finger in her hand and made me feel
forever I would be the only one.

Forever I will see my princess ballerina all dressed in white,
the sunflower face who took my night,
the little one who ran holding a million balloons
when she took her first flight.

Forever I will see my baby's  deep almond eyes,
china doll face, great big smile , long black hair,
pouting sad face, sitting  ... and thinking
at Grandpa's place.

Forever I will see the little girl who dressed like a princess
because it was her way. A navy blue dress with her white Sunday bonnet; it was one of her best.  Even in a t shirt , sandals , funny glasses and hat she always wore it well.

Forever I will cherish the little kisses she gave me in a box,
the warmth of her great big hugs
and a rock that says #1.

Forever I will see the little girl
who ran to me and held me  tight
who skips when she runs, who skips when she's happy,
who skips when its fun.

Forever I will  see the little girl who I cradled in my arms
who stole my world and changed my heart,
who crowned me king and made me Dad.

Forever

To Emily on her 18th birthday.