From Infinity to Eternity. Perhaps, if I could blink in awe at the world with the misty eyes of the young, I could look forward, too. To be young is to be unloaded, Unburdened by the pain: be void. Oh! to re-experience wonder, that naive excitement. Rip open the glittering present of another coming year…

Morning Haiku – 5

Magpie croaks like frog on August morning puking. Wide wild wings await. Inspired by the Song “Water Bird” by Coaltar of the Deepers.