Edge

This edge, razor sharp
Ballet that tests your mettle  
One misstep: deep cuts

Rip

Her eyes, hidden depths
Breaking the surface tension
Rip tide, drowning me

Spirit

Stronger now, I walk
Inside my mind’s eye, I dream
Universally

I love writing Haiku – 5/7/5 syllabic compounds of poetic magic.

It’s like baking a very small, very tasty, cake. Only better.