I love you, trembling We play in hopeful fantasy... The next dawn my savior still.
Empty, lost, crashing still Yet rising, a fiery snarl within Real heroes never fly.
Truth, lies, in between Through fire, her outstretched hand. A winter's breath relieved.
Born blind to fabled certainty Lost in mindless bruises left Love's great fire born in me.
The fight complete, victory My soul-raised hand, heart in kind Love, the wings on which I fly
Silence, golden, until unspoken Words that frame my mind Nothing like footprints in the sand. (Ok, not a haiku, but it just spilled out of me.)