serenamatthews:

There goes the moon,
feel it sighing away.
Here comes the mood
which betrays me today.

If you are an angel
then I am the sky
kissing your blue down,
I dare you to fly.

Sad little teardrop
like fire on my face
the sweet rain refuses
to wash us away

I dream now of floating
into that black swamp
where the dragons exhale
and your poison is dropped

Please, can you hear me?
I’m trying to breathe
as you wait there like Death
with no apple for me.

 [serena matthews]

Haiku in Trinity

I.

In all my hustle

I take time for your bright smile

The sun stops for you

II.

Before bed each night

I see the green of your eyes

Stars weep with longing

III.

Daybreak brings new hope

And sears the world with passion

Nightfall tempers it

raindrop

one final raindrop//
washing clean this concrete ground//
Nature reclaiming Man

You rarely see the sun rise, But it burns like witchfire in your eyes. There is thunder here in Texas But when you laugh, It’s like I’d never heard that rumble before

I am not wise, I am not perfect, But I am blessed to experience the raw elements in your smile, the peal of bells in your voice.

A storm is coming, and there will be thunder. It makes me miss the depths of your laugh. The rain will patter the pavement softly, but it’s rush only reminisces of your every breath. the sweet smell of fresh falling wet grace only enhances the enthraling waft of your body, and the sum that burns through the clouds could never match the intensity of your gaze.

You are my wondrous storm.