Good poetry creates a lens into a universe, and this one is a beautiful expression of an ancient love we sometimes aren’t able to touch. I feel the word “night” when I read this, as the figure of love. The end of all things, yet always beginning under twinkling stars.
Huh. That was nice. Thank you.
Wow — nice clean (poetic) Works. I thought for a moment I was reading my own Haiku, stored under my bed in 10 or 12 composition books.
My GodMum, born in Yokahama introduced me to Haiku and Tanka when I was quite young. I have appreciated it ever since. I write longer Pieces these days, but have been considering bringing some of my (dust-covered) Haiku/Tanka to M.com.