I think my moonlight/
discombobulativeness/
was because of you

A nearly perfect/
meeting. It went so well that/
I’ve nothing to say.

Knowing her light lies/
glowing through the night on soft/
skin, I’m tempted in.

When the full moon rose,/
shimmering in the east sky,/
so, at last, did I.

I wrote a haiku/
for you. That’s empathetic./
What more can I do?

A haiku this morn/
makes me look outside before/
I fall back to sleep.

Every time I watch /
the moon rise o’er Mt. Rainier,/
you walk in my thoughts.

A good morning haiku /
that i dared not send you/
’til now. /
Goodnight!

I can’t play cruel games/
as though my heart can not feel./
I must press forward.

Throughout the whole world,/
faithful people do small deeds/
that lift and help us.