Not so many moons ago,
You and I in a star-ship

Flitting amongst stars, gallivanting
Whilst remeniscing of moments
Indelible moments trapped in time
Only flying-by, eloping to Elysium

Fancying fair lands
Lands pervaded with flowers
Flowers blooming in perpetuity

Lands with rushing rivers
Rivers serpentining with nector

Lands with novelty sea shores
Shores veiled with diamonds

Lands enveloped by lustrous stars
Stars painting words of desire

Lands with halcyon seas
Seas as smooth as a millpond

Lands where the only air
There is to inhale is love

Lands where love is woven by
A tapestry of truth not lies

Lands where love isn't bought by
Sapphires, Rubies nor Emeralds

Lands where all avenues
Are paved with green and gold

Lands where mountains
Are golden-capped

Distant was the journey
Though at length,
For what seemed a life time,
Our eyes feasted on

And from a distance,
There we gazed about her
In all her splendor
Ravishingly alluring yet resplendent
With all chatoyance
One could ever imagine of

Like any one else would,
At a speed of an eagle
Descending about her prey,
Fervently we gravitated

Only to touch down
Than when the luster about her
Had our vessel* 
combusted to ash!


© Kikodinho Alexandros
4th Jun 2016

1
the old man watches
his wife fill cups of coffee;
he finds the sugar.

2
raining and raining --
summer's reward: the rainbow.
what is for breakfast?

3
with winter in bloom,
warmth and flowers are alive,
and graves are still green.

4
the royal palace --
a sign of displaced culture.
oh, the majesty.

5
As sun and sea meet,
faces brighten in the dark
as alcohol flows.

6
birds of paradise
hiding the boy's pet rabbit.
such a mellow child.

7
i find the bracelets,
but they are for another,
as aged hands cut fruit.

8
golden fireworks;
a true midsummer night's dream
made for young lovers.

9
holding hands, watching
purple twilight and green sea;
a brilliant union.

10
so close to japan,
but this place is not made for
the cherry blossoms.

11
enjoying french toast
as i think of the friendly
australian woman.

12
i'm an old young man,
both naïve and hardened like
fried green tomatoes.

13
the haiku devolved
within the english language --
more words, less meaning.

14
the one thing i've learned:
hope to be kissed by the sun,
hope not to get burned.