Haiku – Page 4 – The Days of Ziad Hafiz Razak

#743 On Me Imagining You

I imagined you,
The love of my forlorn life,
And here you are - mine.

What will you do when
The prize you sought for so long
Seeks to bury you?

These thoughts weigh heavy
Like a leaden crown on thorns. 
A most caustic prize.

“I feel overmatched,”
He said with resignation. 
His world was all dust.

A wooden pencil
Dances across the blank page
Weaving a dark spell.

In the midday sun
Frantically chasing checkpoints
A genial whirlwind.

My heart burns for you:
You who have no want of me
You, and your cruel heart.

An astringent glance
Warns against the wayward wiles
Of red-blooded men.

Eyes flit ‘cross the room:
Some glad, some glazed, some ablaze
What lurks in yon minds?

Swim against the tide?
But how to swim, when you are
Drowning in sorrow?