He gave her his love,
Salt of her tears— shining gift,
Both heaven and earth.

I am syllables,
Proper numbers in wonder,
Am I haiku now?

Man ends planet—quick,
Dinos last millions of years,
Birds are dinosaurs.

I gave ocean pearls,
Her answer was no— blue firs,
Hold, cold water beads.

Her eyes were cold sun,
Red hair shouts our love undone,
Maple leaves falling.

I fill the bird bath,
Then splashes, wings, songbirds play,
Joy to fill again.

Wild flowers I picked,
Were soon lost, when she arrived—  
Wind took them away.

I never saw eyes,
Like hers, now we walk together,
Lake water sparkles.

A single matchstick
is all it takes to brighten
the chaotic dark;

but it takes nothing
for the darkness to feed on
and consume our fear.

°•°

In all of our eyes
is a tiny bit of light,
big enough to see.

In all of our eyes
the pupil's darkness is void:
central to all light.

•°•

Man created fire,
and he brought light to the earth
to fill night's darkness.

The man who knows fire
gains a fear of the unknown:
the dark he forgets.

°•°

There is no darkness
without light. To see darkness
you must have sight: light.

Without you, my heart,
Sun is bleeding as it falls,
New moon is broken.

It is over now.
I bow my head as you leave,
Rain fills your footprints.