A Confession in a Tanka

Exhilarating, That day, when I stabbed the sky, The world slept in peace, The horizon bled to dawn, And I killed, ruthlessly, the night.

The deafening silence

The Azure overhead, Streaked with wispy smoke, The snow twinkling ever so slight, Beneath the golden cloak. Eyes gleaming glitter, Staring at the sun, Light bouncing off silver strands, Of cobwebs never spun. Little swallows hovering, And flying just away, Engulfed by the mighty vaults, Now specks of caraway. Leaves weaving illusions, Of light and…