An unheard place
Where sunshine resides
Where tears subside
I would like to go there
But where is where?
A faraway refuge
For a beaten soul
That’s beyond reach
I want to stay there
How beyond is beyond?
A different retreat
Finally I can savor
Finally you will honor
I want to rest there
So when is it finally final?
It is a tingle
Not the kind you’d like to have
Or you yearn to feel.
You sense the heat rise
Heart desperately beating
Your mind started to reel.
Without a warning
Fingers start to wildly thump
Praying to stop the wheel.
Holding it together
You look at your reflection
It’s all just surreal.
When it mellows down
To a point of regret
You’d hope it’s unreal.
I was wondering
What Haiku meant to poets
So I surfed the net.
Surprised me a bit
Those Japanese poems they made
Could be translated.
So here it is then
My take on five-seven-five
Thought I won’t survive?
about the rain 