Three POEMS

Moonshine Mystery

Is  there a silver moonstone for me
At the edge of  the  violet  mystery?
Is  there  a  tall mahogany  tree  for me
At  the  virgin  forest's  boundary?

Is  there  a  magic  mantra  for  me
In  the  weird  whispering  breeze?

My  gleaming  surreal silhouette 
Swims  across the  sodden  gloam.
My  limpid  besotted  eyes
Rain  blood-red  lunatic dreams. 

My  smouldering  lips  kiss
Wild  moonshine  mead.
My toes clutch curling roots

Steeped in a glazed séance,
My magnetic rapture 
Cascades,
To capture
The eerie
Penumbra,
Of elusive,
Cyclical
Samsara

HAIKU #1

Dewdrop 
And  sun ray.
Technicolour display.

HAIKU #2

Sightless.
Demolish  darkness
With  fingertip  caress.