Year
I.
Open the gate:
outside, the woods are quiet
inside, the city's sound
Tickled by
wind impatient:
surprising joy
A bee's wings
buzz my ears
in honey sound
Stranger
across the street:
in a moment, we're one
Reason undone
by logic's law:
lay down and give me a kiss
I kissed you
but all I tasted
was chocolate
Drunk with night
the morning stars
sang each other's songs
II.
Life's a record;
the joy
is in a name
She wore the colors of earth:
her face a ring
her palms the warmth
Marathon miles
a century smiles:
she was only thirty
The dream ended
when time was creeping
out of sight
Orphans
laid her robe
in living earth
III.
I went for a walk
with God
in rapturous talk
A sermon on pity
is worthless if witty:
what does a good man feel?
Do we weep in joy,
or weep in pity?
Our soul is in the winter's grip
Embracing
the salted herb
I tasted the honeyed fruit
IV.
The water is shallow
the fields are fallow:
five hens came home to roost
The mists of pleasure
hide the treasure:
a land of dreams
Defiling desire:
her beauty
a train of youth
The stroll
of marriage:
two joined in weakness
V.
The earth
is where you've been before:
foundation of stone
Modest as cake
we walked
to the final day
Born into a world of joy:
the bones enwrapped,
an earthly toy
Beauty in ashes:
her laugh
emanates above
He repents
but do we joy
in his release?
Note: This is fiction; the narrator "I" is not myself personally. Written for Haiku Heights' 5/26/2012 prompt, "Joy." Also linked to dVerse. I was going to link it for the Saturday prompt because it started off on a similar theme, but then it got a bit too heavy for the theme, I thought.