i 'n' i
in a conjunction
of mysteries

spring madness —
i plant odd haiku
in your mouth

rising sun
anguish's slow descent
into platitudes

sleep in-turning death's portal

the full moon
exposing reveries
to live by

for now
wherever i am
i'm there too

down her cheek
a tear has no colour
of its own

this dark night
is like a simile
for nothing else