Words slip like fine silk
teasing the mind to wonder
how far will it go.
Images drift past
soft and subtle like the cloud
falling to nothing.
Dark rooms of the mind
cast into the light of now
naked in its truth.
Eyes wide shut we speak
emptiness comes forth unheard
threads unravel here.
Curtains blow on wind
bare rooms wait for life to be
echoes void of soul.
For some reason silk kept coming to mind so thought I’d dabble a bit with haiku today. Photo found on Pinterest.
