Haiku – Page 42 – A (wise) man of two faces

Mirrored

Embracing others
helps bring me ever closer
to my own flawed self.

It’s the mark of kings,
martyrs, and all those who bear
life’s greatest burdens.

The young and the old
grown wild and free amid
the deep verdancy.

You’re unrhymable
but a tasty beverage;
all is forgiven.

Please take me away:
down the road, over the seas,
past the horizon.

Back from my travels
with worn soles, an easy heart,
and the strength of miles.

I can feel the song
moving inside me, with me,
and acting through me.

The midnight curtain
shrouds the world of the sleepers
in ebony cloth.

An evening spent
with the finest company
and conversation.

Things I learned this month:
I need to get stronger and
Villanelles are tough.

– The style for next month (tentatively) is Acrostic.