You are the weather of my soul
My fingers are trembling ships racing
Trying to reach an island
Where the seabirds play
In the light of a never ending sunset
Why now,
Are the storms raging silent?!
That I can see the tumultuous lightning
And feel the rain as it pounds onto my skin
But the gutteral growl of thunder
The instinct imparted from the crackling sky does die
And my ears listen to the sound of the beginning
My greatest fear
Silence
When there was nothing at all
And nothing again
In the end

You are the weather of my soul
The way a humid ninety-degree day invites the rain
And my fingers are song birds flying
Trying to reach the nest
A place to call home
My songbird fingers
Your skin
I can feel your pain
Still
I can't hear your voice
Silence is my greatest fear

Oh, my jaded love
My sunshine day
My storm
Encompassing me
My flood
Silence is my greatest fear
So talk to me!
Even if what is said
Is nothing I want to hear
You are nothing more than everything
The weather of my soul
My love
And even if its raining stinging drops of violent pain
Where you are
I want to hear it

One cheery Mockingbird spicing the May night doldrums , Two tree frogs chime in on cue with three Whippoorwills rounding out the chorus
Four Cicadas , Five Field Crickets , Six Barn Owls and Seven singing Katydids
Eight Killdeer in harmony with Nine Coyotes
Ten Bullfrogs rocking the pond as Mockingbird number
two comes calling

My wish on the stars becomes my home
Wings and legs and hands driven
Home is the place where my heart is
A taste of honey on my tongue I won't too soon forget
My wish on the stars happens only in darkness
When the sun that gives me life hides behind horizons
Darkness of the type when moons are waning
I fall into her
Into her night

My hopes are a season changing to spring
Growth and love and peace becoming
Spring when the flowers blooming
Become the sweetest nectar on my lips
To taste the salt of her skin is my sole ambition
My hopes grow stronger through my pain
When these bitter days and suns that set
Steal away the pristine light of life at dusk
I fall into her
Into her night

Haiku's are failed art
While trying to match a scheme
You forget your heart