haiku poetry

beneath my window in a city street
and how could you dream of meeting
a very remarkable history this is
friend, whose smile has come to be
this is the ship of pearl
the swan existing
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
the sun is up
when i was broke in london
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
that year
he came and took me by the hand
the meadow was creeping