We began; time, life
creating and traveling,
loving, becoming
Leaving from a heart
along new paths, with new words
returning even more
Everything whispers,
"Are you the blood of the Earth?
Or its canc'rous doom?"
Haiku: July 2005 Archives
You've just awaken.
Sirens pierce your luxury.
You stagger about.
You reach for the phone
and complain about the breach.
And suspect, perhaps.
But everyone dies
and toiling brings us closer.
We owe you nothing.
He might notice that
I've averted my eyes, but
"No." is tenderness.
Soft, fluttering sighs
might transmit my desire,
but "I like you." does.
In dew or through storm,
I am where the sun is warm.
I want to say it.
You decorate sound,
longing for love in a song's
majestic instance.
Thank you for moments,
recreating vibrations,
giving what you could.
Luther Vandross
April 20, 1951 - July 1, 2005
