longing – Seven Hundred Jisei

Haiku #711

711.

Empty moon or two;
Not even blue. Remnants from
Ancient collisions.

698.

The sails of my breath
Are untethered. Which ocean
Shall we cross today.

681.

Winter Mistle Thrush.
Touch wood, oblong fens and doves;
No need now to rush.

Love, how do I find you,
When lifetimes are apart.

If I’d superabilities
I would press restart.

If with just humility
I’d love you from my heart,

Love how do I find you,
When life was just a draft.

I think about you always,
Although we’ll never meet,
And yet in only thinking
I find we are complete.

I think about you always,
And wish that I was yours,
But strange how in the thinking
We’re kept on different shores.

The words I wanted to say
Are not the words I said;

There’s nothing more to pray for
Than one more deeply blessed.

I placed my hands together,
And sent thoughts heaven-wide,

Yet nothing here is greater
Than where your love resides.

603.

How can I not help
Ache for you, to the extent
I gave up my sword.

568.

I don’t dream as such.
If I dream, I dream too much
About your love’s touch.

A deeper life,
An appropriate life,
Days mixed like blends
In Chinese Five Spice.

A meaningful life,
Enriching life,
All sounds entincing
If once, or twice.

Repeated as dreams
Repeat these beating
Hearts, our living surf,
But diving deeply

Only serves for purposes
Of strange, unusual shapes
And species, brings up
Forms untouched by rain

Or sleet or snow on my
Tongue, then leaves me
With a pressurised head,
And a moment of hurt.

527.

I expect I want
To connect with you somehow,
But my fingers fail.