Christmas

A stout man layered in green,
And a girl in red.
What happens when she
falls for him instead?

Out of his mind,
His head in the clear
Still ever seeking
To drive out the fear.

He climbs a tree
and gestures for her
"Look at all you can see"
Forget the memories that were

She said, "I will"
And walked away
Through the green
Forgetting her promise to stay

A day gone,
Maybe next year.

Stolen Pages

Sprint away from fears.
That's what they always told me.
A little further,
And I would have.

I sit here in the in-between
Pondering the difference between
Truly there and not.

What, and where?

Can I get back to normal?
Tell me straight.

I cringe in preparation.
Waiting for the words
That would set me broken
On the page.

My face down to the ground,
A hand rests on my shoulder.
And a quiet voice comes saying:
"You've never gone too far"

A burden lifted,
A tear shed on both sides.
Home again finally.

Bushido

A boundary,
Far away tried.

Robes, white and thick
Preventing the thoughts
From straying to abject fear.

Honor,
Simple and elegant.
Arrayed on empty space.

When Will the Future Come? (Haiku)

Still I wonder more 

That I find that myself now

Before the newer.