Fire blew smoke hoping for some reaction. It would make no difference.
Haiku #66
Anticipation Creeps upon me, that lingers In my blood and bones
Someone to Share with
I long for someone To share the sky with Someone who will lie Beside me And aimlessly count the stars Sharing tales that have never Been told before -Kel Dayheart
Filtering Out the Good
The afternoon sunshine filters in Past the rickety blinds Casting odd shadows across the floor None of it is noticed though By the sole occupant As they drown in darkness Of their own creation Of their own mind -Kel Dayheart
Unknown Syllables
There is something to be said About going to places That speak different languages Where the words make no sense And the sounds from foreign tongues Washes over you like music The meaning may be lost But you can still fall in love With unknown syllables -Kel Dayheart
Fragment
You are More Than The fragment You imagine Yourself -Kel Dayheart
Fair Maiden
She was the kind of girl People wrote about The kind that had songs Dedicated to them Immortalized for all To admire -Kel Dayheart
A Storm Brewing
Pitter- patter hits the tin roof Whistles and howls combine With crackling clashes In this symphony of sounds It reaches a crescendo As all peace is lost And the light has faded With darkness settling in amongst the noise -Kel Dayheart
Take a Moment to Breathe
Laying back in the grass I stare above At the swirling clouds And watch the world go by Leaving me to my solitude -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #76
He was left over from the war with nowhere else to go.
Fragment of a Figment 