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Haikus – The Dance of Echoes

Travelling through time

While suspended in midnight

Returning to you.

A fleeting moment

Oceans of words unspoken

Too soon you vanish.

Reality comes

And as sure as the morning

Your echo remains.

Til next we meet, there

In that star-concealed escape

Remember me.

Haiku – The Beauty of Her

Flowers on her skin

Melody in her laughter

Moonlight in her eyes

Haiku – Wings

Like petals of fire

Against an African Sky

Kaleidoscopes fly

Haiku – After The Storm

Once she closed the door

Silence thickened around him

Like a numbing fog

Haiku – Stormy Afternoons

Rain at the window

Feeding imagination

Like words on pages

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Connection – Part 1

Sitting on her bedroom floor in a patch of afternoon sun, she closed her eyes and let her breathing be the only sound she made.

Slowly, the happy chirping and chattering of the habitat thriving in the tree outside her window started to become more distinct. She cleared her mind and just listened in silence, and the world began to speak to her from further and further away. 

She could hear the television competing with the vacuum cleaner in her neighbour’s apartment, then the irregular roar of traffic on the streets blending together and shrinking to a distant, hypnotic hum. She let it fill her mind for a length of time, completely opening up to it.

Suddenly, out of the static, a crystal clear voice spoke, saying only one word. Her name. 

Her eyes flew open. She was almost as surprised to find that she was still alone in the room as she was to see that night had fallen. 

How much time had passed? 

It was not a voice she had recognised, but the familiarity and warmth with which it formed her name made her feel… safe? 

“Who are you?” she whispered, staring out of the window into the night. 

The sensation of someone standing behind her rose, right before a warmth like that of a phantom embrace across her cool skin.

Then, as suddenly as it appeared, it was gone.

He was gone. 

Reflection

She paused at the door and turned to take one last look at the place she had called home for so many years. Though every last detail had already been packed into boxes and taken away, all she could see was everything she had finally learned to leave behind.

Haiku – Grey Whispers

 

Rolling mists sweep in

With the dawn, filling the air

With untold secrets.

Unspoken Truth

Hiding the tears in her eyes, she smiled and looked away.

And in that smile, for the very first time, all that he could see were the walls he had once hoped she would never need to put up, and wondered how long they had actually been there without being noticed.

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