Haiku

The frosted glass hides

The shape of the still spread bed –

Void of all but dust.

 

 

Lovers in lamplight,

Sharing hearts and frozen lips –

What secrets still lie?

 

Summer’s shooting star,

Dancing higher than heaven –

What have you witnessed?

 

Rain and sands tumble;

This world strives ever onward –

And I merely watch.

Chris.McDonald@theoohtray.com