Lost Belongings
I feel lost without you tonight, even as I walk on familiar ground. No storms present overhead, but one swirls inside the mind.. No storms present overhead, but one swirls inside the mind.
Weeping in your dreams
I often forget to breathe
Kneading memories
A full moon glow illuminates the smoky November sky, but it’s the most shifty of guides. I need your warm earthiness to ground me, to remind me of what is real. I feel lost without you tonight, as reality plays hide-and-seek with the imaginary.
Wishes archived
Fading fragrance fumes
Beholds my senses
Return. Hold me in a calm embrace. Lead me home.
Deep desires dig
Come back my beloved
Soothe my soul again…..
This haibun is part of the Hands in Haibun collaboration. The prose was written by Rachel B. Baxter. Visit the original post at:
