The moon peered down at me through the haze, while I stool silent, lost in the reverent atmosphere. The sound of the waves was enriching and it filled my soul with a longing. And it seemed the tears would make an appearance but it wasn’t so. Their time hadn’t yet come because my longing wasn’t yet acknowledged by my soul. It was just a fleeting balloon away from the reach of my touch. But then the haze parted and the moon beam descended on me and I could see my flesh in the dark and I knew I was a breathing creature, not merely a conscious flying away in the oblivion. I recognized my longing and then those tears, I loathed and loved at the same time, spilled out but there were just a few of them. May be it was just meant to be so.
a piercing moon beam
all the past wounds torn open
realizing tears flow
HA's Place 
Sad and powerful haibun!
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Thanks.. 🙂
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Emotions illuminated and revealed. Really good!
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Thank you for the kind remark.
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sad thoughts finally reveal themselves. a nicely written piece
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thank you.
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Longing acknowledged – well described – thoughtful – I like that the tears were both loathed and loved. Nice piece.
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Thank you.
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Well done and very well written. Your haibun was rich with expression and emotion and the accompanying haiku the essence of your piece! A wonderful read for me!
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Thank you.
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Powerful and moving haibun. Very well written
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Thank you..
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