In the solitude of night Where my sanctuary resides, Silence is the only companion
My soul, a translucent pond, Waters clear, imbued with the light Of the golden burning sun Not a drop disturbed, Not a wave displaced, Until inevitably, Another comes along
Her Last Letter
The last letter she sent, It called you to the lonely place She once called home It spoke of tender love, sacred things, And promises shared
Crimson Gate (Version 1 and 2)
For today, I have two slightly different versions of the same poem! The first version is a haiku, while the second is a tanka poem. As such, they are of differing length, and phrases/words have been added and rearranged in each poem. However, I wrote both based on the same theme and ideas.