Her Reflection

in his eyes, her smile
with impossible beauty
she captures his soul

Artist: Charles Dwyer; Haiku Poet: Mike Evans

Her Echoes

Her echoes …
He washes upon her shores in loving waves

Her echoes …
His tender voice floats to her on the breeze

Her echoes …
His electric touch that lingers on her skin

Her echoes …
The sensual taste of his lips as he kisses hers

Her echoes …
The magical feeling as he flows inside her

Her echoes …
Thoughts of him ripple through – awake or asleep

Her echoes …
Dream whispers sent for her – from his soul

Artist: Charles Dwyer; Poet: Mike Evans

Her Echoes

awake or asleep
dreams ripple over her thoughts
echoes from his soul

Artist: Charles Dwyer; Haiku Poet: Mike Evans

Dream Patterns

she dreams in patterns
immersed, a magical world
she invites me in…

Artist: Charles Dwyer; Haiku Poet: Mike Evans

Patchwork

The reflection in the mirror radiated a tortured look back to Austin. “How long had it been?” he wondered. Images of the last week flooding his mind … it hurt. “I hate this bright fluorescent lighting” he winced a bit. He thought Alanna would be the one to pull him free – yet, she wasn’t enough – and now the bad chemicals flowed.

Slowly, a mist engulfed him – the lights became more bearable – they softened into warm yellow glows. His reflection in the mirror slowly softened, then faded – he felt a release of pressure – a floating sensation through, no part of the mist – his lips formed an involuntary smile.

And there was Alanna – she was looking away – she seemed at peace – finally. He noticed the pattern on her left forearm – odd, he hadn’t seen it before. She almost looked like a patchwork – he always thought she was complex, put together with impossible beauty.

He tried to call to her, but no voice came out. Actually, he could no longer sense his body – it seemed to have melted away into the mist – yet, he saw Alanna and she was beautiful.

Artist: Charles Dwyer; Author: Mike Evans