Night Anonymity

Oh how I love the night's sweet serenity

Peace and tranquillity that soothes...heals my soul

How sounds take on clarity; echoes...ticks...chimes

Every footstep more pronounced; clear...church bell tolls

How its velvet, ebony hues comfort

Shrouds me...affords me anonymity

Electric light and moonlight sparkle things anew

Self awareness felt intrinsically...

As the day ends...then begins...too soon

© Debbie Razey 2014 

Bars (senryu)

with my memories
that the bars cannot contain
- love's fluidity

 

Debbie Razey 2014

 

Photo Haiku by Shashi S

 

 

Lunacy

masked for protection
against air not fit to breathe
- lunacy prevails

 

Debbie Razey 2014

 

 

Night Fantasy

Deep beneath the tranquil waters

there reflects a depth of stars 

The ambient moon illuminates

the night's elusive promise

As the day's heat resonates 

in my pulsating, throbbing veins;

constellations dance in moonlight, 

merge, to depict your handsome face

Beckoning me into your arms,

coerced by the lake's cool breeze 

The owl's primal, mesmerising call

envelops my wanton... needs

© Debbie Razey 2014

Colour of dreams (haiku)

the colour of dreams

sparkling, dazzling, vibrant hues

- transcends skin spectrum 

Debbie Razey 2014 

Primal Duet

Tonight they were both touched, clapped by wild thunder

Lightning relentlessly struck in their passion's wake

Riding together through the endless twilight fever

Intoxicated by the heather's sweet sensual scent

Enveloped in the mist's thick blanket, gifted from the loch

The mountains returned echoes of their love's primal duet

Their jewelled skin glistened, pooled in the moonlight

Electrified, their spirits transcending the physical realm

Time froze in that moment, lying beneath the majestic sky

Sweet surrender to ecstasy cascading through their souls 

© Debbie Razey 2014

Tiger's Eye Sky

As she embarks upon the endless 

amber hills of parched meadow grass

She feels protected beneath 

the quartz crystal - tiger's eye sky

Like the distant gentle ferns meandering 

exquisitely against the violet fells

The hardy, diaphanous dandelion seed 

carried upon the mercy of the wayward breeze

She knows... that she too will survive.

  

© Debbie Razey 2014