Lurid Brush Strokes/The Crossroads Of Your Hands (5 Tanka) Poem by Ben Gieske

lurid brush strokes
crossing
the shoulders of the sky
tearing apart
the morning light

ocean tides
ruffling
its skirts
arranging treasures
along the seashore

every person
has his own path
a journey
a story of a life time
to be written

my heart still sings
favorite words of a song
from my youth
I hunger for your touch
now you are here

I travel
the crossroads of your hand
looking for directions
walking on moss
soft and quiet - acceptance