Why 1,575 haikus? Because my darlingest Annelies Marie Frank lived 15.75 years in this world.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

The Night

Night is that absence -
'tis a herald of fullness;
a bringer of dreams.

'Tis not emptiness
to which is assured - the end;
that which we should dread.

- selah -

The power of Night
is a myst'ry of the Light;
preludes to the Dawn.

(All things rise and fall...
From the deep, a constant call -
like a breathing - one.)

Open your heart, friend,
and your will see in the wing
the black of our hope...

unborn dreams...
unsung songs....
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The Black of Hope

Black is the color of unborn things,
of death, departures, and hope taking wing -

To those who weep, it is gentle consolation
- far in mind yet near at heart -
reminding faith, its final vindication.

To those who pine, it is quiet expectation
- a calmness in the space of sorrow -
veiling love, securing tomorrow.

=^.^=