Good night Haiku

Evening darkly
creeping tucks into corners
all quiets and stills.

that rare time of year
moment of air perfection
we’re one with the sky.

If I sleep and dream
I hope it is of you, love
coming to meet me.

One, someone like me,
on the world’s other side,
is writing a poem.

I look at the sky
thinking of those who stand
looking at the sky.

Looking up, we know
we gaze together; we share
this sun, blue, night, stars.

Imagine a sky
Flashing with words, beats and rhymes
World Poetry Day

Midnight sits near by
syllables and I are spent
writing done, sleep well.