haiku poetry

by the shore, by the sea
when, full of warm and eager love
there is an hour of peaceful rest
still thirteen years
a flying word from here and there
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
all my love for my sweet
therefore i may not
storm
what shall we do now
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
quietly, with reverance, in awe
friend, whose smile has come to be
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars