haikoan published in Heliosparrow




(I)

 

where is the sky that fell into my birth

 

where is the window

where yesterday's rain is falling

 

how many branches and how many voices

does yellow shed in november

 


(II)

 

how can fallen rain strike back at lightning

 

how much earth must i lose

to wear the moon's white shoe

 

upon the death of the vine

shall my veins grow new wine


 

(III)

 

why is it yesterday's love 

to mourn your seeds and small breasts

 

do you close your eyes

but never in my mind

 

how do i explain my death

without touching your body



(IV)

 

whose hymns will i learn by teaching the flower

why blood and moonlight weep

 

is it better to awaken december's wounds

or bring dead wings a dream

 

by rhythm of sorrow or rhythm of snow

has the world known your soul

 

 

(V)

 

how is dust inside a child like sky among sky

 

how does one gather seeds

that have drifted into another day

 

how pure must the wounding be

to stop my knife from bleeding

 

 

(VI)

 

is awakened the word 

for a seed that dies, then is sown

 

when i believe in what wind listens for

why does my nest unravel

 

can anyone else open a poem

to the fate of its reader

 

 

(VII)

 

how many years have fallen

along the path between two autumns

 

is the leaf falling through my shadow

also my shadow

 

and when my rain bleeds to death

whose poppies are fed



(VIII)


when will the shadows in your ocean

no longer wish to become men


and the silence of my trees

be fouled with the weight of wings


after life is shed, shall i swear the wind

will never lose sight of our eyes



(IX)


what do we know about the journey

        when canyon smells of moon and mind


how does one search through darkness

        for a midnight from the past


if the death i believe in also dies

        where do black moths fly



(X)


why is sunlight within the sparrow

        older than the sun


will the poem i am buried in

        weave my final words


who must fall asleep forever

        before the rhythm of breath returns



(XI)


how many quests for a second rose

        stumble upon the dead


who shaped the songs in your cradle

        to the slaughter of my trees


are you prepared to find your permanent home

        within a heart that slowly dies


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