Lost – Page 13 – Iron Haiku

Driving

driving through the night
the asphalt beneath my wheels
becomes slick with snow
–
my future-
lost in the oncoming
headlights

I placed you upon
a pedestal and now you’re
far beyond my reach
–
the house dark-
a distant moon
through the skylight

an early March snow-
past time for pulling up roots
and moving along
–
stinging rain-
I return to find
an empty home

twisting in my sleep
I smell the blood and cordite
and lotus flowers
–
torrential rain-
countless lost
to take a hill

withered autumn leaves-
not sure if he’ll live to see
another sunrise
–
desert stars-
hard and blue
in the moonlight

strange muted voices
filtered through thin hotel walls
keeping me awake
–
overcast-
alone again
far from home

snow laden branches
bent over in silent prayer
to the cold north wind
–
unanswered prayers-
the stone floor cold
against his cheek

the creak of hinges-
curtains drawn against the light

rising in the east

–
fading daylight-
the rustle of
leathery wings

my outstretched fingers-
reaching out for your touch but
you’re already gone
–
icy fog-
your skin cold
to the touch

so many evenings
spent in stony solitude
with yet without you
–
rain etched stones-
the once neat path
overgrown