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.