Tanka Train

The sun may burn skies
But I’ll sink back into my cave
Why can’t I love the dark?
What’s wrong with being different?

They look down at me
What's wrong with being different?
I am just unique
So, I don't act like the norm
I'm me, and that's good enough

With the rain pouring,
I'm me, and that's good enough
for each storm-swayed tree,
as speckles of remaining
morning float through the grey sheets.

Summer

laying in hammocks
morning float through the gray sheets
could life be better?
drinking lemonade when the
sun is out never gets old

watching clouds when the
sun is out never gets old.
they come in all shapes,
and colors you never knew.
clouds truly are beautiful!

Storms

in the open sky
clouds truly are beautiful.
Behind stormy eyes
too, but I caused only one.
Their downpours make me quake now.

river in reverse,
this downpour makes me question
'does losing the sun
make you love her more or less?'
are we all just light-longing?

I watch sunbeams stretch --
aren't we all just light-longing?
wanting day's summer
to last, heat invites itself
in a cloak of humid air.

Yesterday I slept
in a cloak of humid air.
Only it could soothe
my equatorial heart
beating into the summer.

Spring surrenders, June
Slipping into summer; I’ve
Still kept yesterday’s
Letters; summer reminds me
Of past’s pain, of you

Hot humid evening,
of past's pain, of you,
a remembering --
the ceiling fan beats the air
while continuing to spin.

she lies on her bed
while continuing to spin
through a billboard of
thoughts -- quiz matches you to song!
deluxe mattresses for sleep!

im not one who needs
deluxe mattresses for sleep
satisfied by all
forms in which sleep comes i am
happy with aged stained old matts

i have tried to be
happy with aged stained old mats
but once they start to
fade and rip and tear and shred
the time comes to part with them

Plants wither away
The time comes to part with them
Leaves disintegrate
But this flower of ours last
This bloom in our hearts survives