haiku poetry

a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
the body may confine
did you ever hear of
there by the window in the old house
sweet splendor
master of human destinies am i
once this soft turf
i make my shroud, but no one knows
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
out of me unworthy and unknown
musing, between the sunset and the dark
she knows a cheap release