It's Still Life

Senryu:

two old souls watching
the moon pour its golden dream.
a shared, silent wish.

Haiku:

a moon’s veil falls
pours light over the cliff’s edge
night drinks golden dawn.

Senryu:

two souls at the edge
moonlight spills their held breath loose,
they forget to speak.

Haiku:

moon’s river falling,
night drinks the silver current,
stars tremble awake.

Senryu:

lovers lean, unmoved
as if the world could pour out
and we’d still hold hands.

Haiku:

amber moon cascades
autumn’s vein from cliff’s silence
throat, stars, drink the flood.