There's no sweet hai-ku
Equal to you or your scent.
No garden holds you.
Words alone can not
Define the undefined You.
Flowers are your eyes.
From the skies clouds fall
To be gentled by your touch.
Whispering fogs weep.
There is no perfume
No stolen, wan aroma
Equal to your breath.
Armies march blindly,
And nations worry to dust,
While you rise and bloom.
There is no hai-ku
None that I can find, mind you,
No words to your Sweet.
You are forever.
A myth in the High Garden
Of Time's Secret Song.
Our hours were short.
Yet each moment was a World.
You bloom in my dark.
Golden petals weep.
You are more than counted lines.
Hai-ku's welter in your shade.
Love has winded by.
Breezed cool past my open heart.
It was you, Summer.
Jun 7, 2011
Jun 7, 2011 at 8:02 PM UTC
There's no sweet hai-ku
Equal to you or your scent.
No garden holds you.
Words alone can not
Define the undefined You.
Flowers are your eyes.
From the skies clouds fall
To be gentled by your touch.
Whispering fogs weep.
There is no perfume
No stolen, wan aroma
Equal to your breath.
Armies march blindly,
And nations worry to dust,
While you rise and bloom.
There is no hai-ku
None that I can find, mind you,
No words to your Sweet.
You are forever.
A myth in the High Garden
Of Time's Secret Song.
Our hours were short.
Yet each moment was a World.
You bloom in my dark.
Golden petals weep.
You are more than counted lines.
Hai-ku's welter in your shade.
Love has winded by.
Breezed cool past my open heart.
It was you, Summer.