Heyo. The following is a sequence of Haiku I wrote a couple of years ago about an unfaithful lover. I rediscovered it recently and decided to tidy it up a bit. Let me know what you think (but criticism is welcome).
Hymns to the Silence
Listening to her
Rhythmic breathing I feel still,
A religious peace.
I wake, the flood-plains
Of her departing form just
Now alive with song
I experiment
With loaded words: love, affair
Sex, pain, poetry
Tortured by the sound
Of breathing unrecognized
As my own I weep.
After the rain she
Starts a rumour of angels
Fallen soft as snow.
Bewildered at my
Moral fluidity I
Only dream in white.
I am the false god
That follows my name around.
Do you love me still?
Old proverb: Moments
Of indiscretion dont die,
They bloom like flowers.
I turn, and as the
Litany of her trembling
Heartstrings ends, I pause...
...for thought, surprised that
The water in me fights to
Return to the sea.
My hand barely shakes
As our Origami love
Folds in upon itself.
Within every birds
Flight is a single moment
Of perfect stillness.
Before my eyes she
Turns to song and floats away
In a minor key.
Make the Autumn leaves
Live on she said And in your
Art I will miss you.
Our Autumn leaves form
Tiny poems as they fall,
Magnifying my
Loss until, at last, I see
Worlds crafted from smaller things.

Magnificent and sad. Beautiful, haunting, full of portent and release. The tension between the sorrow at the loss of the lover, the relization of the self, and the withheld sigh waiting for the fruition of all these things ... leaves me haunted, sad, and yet somehow hopeful. Thank You Corvus for sharing your lovely verses. Origami Love...folding in on itself... Great stuff... !!! 
