Under white canvas
Under the silver moonlight
Under a black star
A new day a new haiku
Under white canvas
Under the silver moonlight
Under a black star
Ideas are fragile
Budding like tiny flowers
Until you crush them
My memory leaks
Holding on to detritus
Like a beach comber
In moonlight shadows
In the soft hoot of an owl
In campfire smoke
Just like a black hole
Sucking out all of my life
But I blame myself
My salty wet face
Sinking under cloud and sea
Back where I belong
Mountains of regret
Bury the last of my dreams
In headlights frozen
Blue bottle clouds swarm
Clamouring out for fresh meat
The circle complete
After the black storm
Cloud mountains roll over us
Words I can’t undo
A persistent flow
You penetrate my weakness
Like a water leak
All those lonely nights
In the darkness of my mind
Invisible light
Hanging in mid air
Us two foolish clouds drifting
Into orange light
Am I climbing down?
Did I give up too easy?
Spin out of control
Long meadows shimmer
Grass seed halos at sunset
After all my life
What is in my heart
Is buried so deep inside
Lost in the quicksand
Early wood smoke curls
The first breaths of a new day
Years of growth consumed
The sun is rising
Awake, thy dreams pass away
Receive the mountain
On creaky floorboards
Polished by thousands of soles
Like you wear me out
Hidden grey matter
What kind of dark light resides
Behind these grey eyes
Stare into the sun
You can’t forget by trying
Deteriorate
Watch rain clouds roll in
Stacked slowly ‘gainst the sunset
Drifting off to sleep
Gossamer splinters
Tangled, entwined in teasels
Grey matter twitches
An ancient orchard
Brambles squeezing out apples
The fairies are lost
Ruined castles rise
Protruding from the fenland
I can’t let you go