unfastening her heart
hope lay on the floor of dawn
only love remained
after a long reflective day
all wrapped up in memories of san miguel and semana santa
typepad is finally allowing me a connection.
some days beg for singing out loud, others
are made for solemn reflection;
even this night is dressed in a quiet dark rain.
so here i am
hoping the pulse of love will be
the pulse of your life.
and that you will be waiting here with your glorious haiku
in the morning light.