Thought forms are feelings
Welling up in the minds eye
Holding us hostage

Authors note: This Haiku came to me in a dream about a month ago
She is new blown snow
Unless I float without form
My steps will remain
love’s sweet creation
is a world we find within
music of the soul
Silver moss listens
For the approaching footfalls
As love on the wind …
Come to me said she
Words in silence spoken still
Echoes sweet refrain
dreaming on the wind
waves roll in visions
clouds billowing past
in shadows of the moon
long horizons fade beyond
all we can imagine
ships sinking into waves
flowers drift past in reverence
to color the memories
of lives and loves lost
in the foolish attempts
to conquer our own hearts