when bright love returns
dark mute birds once again sing
dance on murdered dreams
i have heard it said a good haiku needs no explanation.
so i will speak softly and say with great compassion
who among us has not fallen short of our brightest dreams?
who has not loved and lost?
who has not sung wildly and found their song fall on deaf ears?
do not hold back .
say yes to love.
it's friday song birds,
haiku my heart!