From now on, if you didn’t know what direction I will be going in, this means more post, less sense.

Like this haiku dump…

Iridesant eyes
Gemstones fleck an iris
Crystaline in loves’ light

Swirling scents a comfort
Invoke old incantations
Whispered in pasted lives

Sooth the days’ soul with
Quiet and calm smooth waters
Blue clean glass surface

Living for the now
Makes it hard to see what can
Be for tomorrow

Ok that one is stupid

Clover deep and green
Tangled in hair brings freshness
To a thick summer night