recovering — 6 almost haiku

i
Hold on and know
to let go
is the wrong thing
to let yourself do.

ii
A castle up on a cliff
overlooks a silver river
flowing through the mist.

iii
A dead end under a bridge
out by tomorrow’s city
where I’ll find you.

iv
Birds fly overhead
you stretch your arms up
towards the arch they fly under.

v
A valley high up
nestled between peaks
where a white castle greets you.

vi
Stars and gloss flow and
flowers twirl in soft gusts
of free floating fairy breath.

– matt at shadow of iris

[Not so good at counting, but I think each verse above is 17 syllables.]