First Summer Haiku

Standing by the sea
Contentment laps at my feet
A sigh of relief

Rusty Poetry

Dead stars
once bright,
still shine
from far away.

Staring at the night sky
may prove deceiving.

Twinkling lights
may cease to be,
yet the brightness
that travels
bears not with it
illumination,
but a yearning
for what has already gone.

The blush
that springs,
the warmth
of memory,
are echoes
from a different
time and place.

- MPN 2007

The ending of Paz Marquez-Benitez's short story 'Dead Stars' socked me in the gut. Thanks Dang, for sharing the story.