Postcards from Kobayashi

Postcards from Kobayashi
(Haiku Chain)

Your rabid fire song
fades – a dull yellow echo
of bilious hues.

Leering clouds obscure
our prime source – I catch their drift;
hours shrink like burnt leaves.

I sweep charred ashes
of warm smiles into crisp wind;
time sings rubato.

Portrait with skyline
sleeps darkly in foxed pages;
a digital ghost.

Hushed low strung murmurs
recede into winter’s call;
the moon swallows tears.

Horizons gather
beyond day’s filtered lighthouse;
night’s cloak has her way.

In clockwork stasis,
we bathe in quiet longing;
pine for scorched kisses.

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