Moonshine Mystery

Is  there a silver moonstone for me

At the edge of  the  violet  mystery?

Is  there  a  tall mahogany  tree  for me

At  the  virgin  forest's  boundary?

Is  there  a  magic  mantra  for  me

In  the  weird  whispering  breeze?

My  gleaming  surreal silhouette 

Swims  across the  sodden  gloam.

My  limpid  besotted  eyes

Rain  blood-red  lunatic dreams. 

My  smouldering  lips  kiss

Wild  moonshine  mead.

My toes clutch curling roots

Steeped in a glazed séance,

My magnetic rapture 

Cascades,

To capture

The eerie

Penumbra,

Of elusive,

Cyclical

Samsara

HAIKU #1

Dewdrop 

And  sun ray.

Technicolour display.

HAIKU #2

Sightless.

Demolish  darkness

With  fingertip  caress.