Manna-depleted, <br />the heart soaks up rejection. <br />Hold the endorphins. <br /> <br />All are off limit, <br />beaches and mountains to climb, <br />trees may be weeping. <br /> <br />Got to the station, <br />in hand passport and ticket, <br />love was forever. <br /> <br />If surface tension <br />protects the deeper feelings, <br />try some detergent. <br /> <br />Wash out the phrases <br />and let the tongue taste freedom, <br />care for the heart strings. <br /> <br />All trains have gone now, <br />no need to man the station. <br />Township of Sever. <br /> <br />Revive the dream now, <br />caressed by salty water, <br />and reminiscing. <br /> <br />They missed his birthday, <br />haunted by that damned number, <br />death to the magic. <br /> <br />How many hours, <br />and who will pay attention, <br />not that it matters. <br /> <br />Always a dreamer, <br />nothing must be discarded <br />sing now, Fat Lady.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haiku-1312/
