Love is Blind- a Haiku

Love is blind, they say,
but I saw you so clearly
all those years ago.

He,
is much like the moon.
Not belonging to me,
not belonging to anyone,
an ever-changing spirit,
I can never fully grasp,
that is He.

He,
is like the ocean's shifting tide.
Sometimes so close,
sometimes so far,
pulling me into his arms,
and drowning me in the depth of his soul,
that is He.

Draw a line, but not in ink,
Charcoal black will let you rethink

The emperor's word isn't set in stone,
Uncertain as breath, the power of the throne

The mighty sea is stirred by a wave,
Don't still your soul, before the grave

When you can see the Moon
Why wasting your time counting
The uncountable stars
When you can see your present
Why wasting your time analysing
The incurable past
Living a life of contentment is
Accepting the intellectual truth
Live in Present !

Racing a dry leaf
Down a wind-swept, winding road.
The moon bears witness.

Ahead, in the glimpses of light
Pushing through the clouds
Small trails in the dew.

Dark, tangled foliage
Arches over patches of
Road, obscuring forest
Sounds.

A jagged tree trunk
Marks the entrance to the glen.
Leaves cover the path, undisturbed.  

Within the valley, a sudden cloud of birds swirls in the
Cool evening wind.  Rushing of wings.  
They soon settle back in the glen, masked in darkness.

Mornings are far lonelier than nights
For although I awake before dawn I speak no words except maybe a half hearted hello to a passerby
And I smile not unless someone puts themselves out there to greet me first
To put yourself out there in the rising sun is to expect the best of everyone
Because I am not a morning person
But how could they possibly know?
Mid afternoon you emerge from slumber
Sending me drowsy greetings without the knowledge of my current state
But how could you possibly know?
The start and stop of the buss pulls on my heartstrings like a harp
Giving me the false notion I'm closer to a destination where I can finally rest my head again
It's as if the driver has chosen to prolong this journey to its highest extent
An attempt to get me to realize how precious this life I've been given is
But if anything it makes me worse
And blank faces surrounding me only remind me more of my insignificance
But how could he know?
I love the way the cold light hits my right cheek
Always causing me to squint it away as if I don't want it
But I do want it
Morning light has always been my treasure
A feeling of clarity I wish I could bottle and bathe myself in when the night comes
As it always does
With dark cornered thoughts
As it always does
With a star sprinkled grin and swollen milk moon eyes
And everyone who says their heart is stone is lying
And everyone who says they're happy to be breathing is telling that same old tall tale our parents have said to us since we could understand what it meant to be lonely
Because in reality we're somewhere in between
Constantly fumbling for that light switch in our mind to turn our thoughts off
But I'd be lying if I told you that these are truths I myself hold to the highest importance
And even though it all will pass like the minutes I wait for an excuse to laugh
How could I know?
How could I know?