Beyond the Forgetting
Under the waning moon
and buried light
of forgotten sunsets
stealthy diamonds gleam
in the nebulous sky
but the heart of darkness
roams blind and wild
drowned in flashbacks
of furtive flesh-cuttings
from silent sword slashes —
I dare not ask
nor should you —
beyond the forgetting
billows of white-capped
waves return
birthed
by the half-lit moon.
D. G. Vachal © 2024
When September Comes
19
when September comes
blown by the winds of absence
palpable your hands
20
lost fragrant blossoms
crisp crimson harvest draws near
your warmth, the rainbow
21
when cools the twilight
music of lavender mist
almost you are near.
D. G. Vachal © 2024
Image by John Nature Photo @Pixabay
Late August
icy warmth of late August
the wind has quenched the fires
of ephemeral dandelions,
beryl drops of blood
trickle down the boughs,
return
to their invisible roots —
the cambric air is drenched in
honeysuckle fragrance,
stealthy leaves
flavescent
among the pink petals.
D. G. Vachal © 2013, 2024
Image by Jesper Norkenborg @pixabay
Love Haiku 16:18
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so distant my love
vast are the ocean waters
ours the velvet skies
17
your resonant voice
sound of a longing cello
sparrow’s evening song
18
pathway in moonlight
leads to our familiar hills
trees dance in the night
D. G. Vachal © 2024
Image by Addesia @pixabay
lilies, sparrows and grass 
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