Haiku Again

What is gone is gone
Fading into distance like
Sirens in the night

Crisp and shining fruit
Tart, sweet juiciness tempting
Downfall of mankind

If I fear pain and
Poverty, lonliness, death,
Am I wrong or wise?

Comfort when I cry
Do you want to understand?
Or just hurry by?

Is there a reason
For you to jeopardize me
With your shiny car?

Hillside covered with
Swaying grasses in the wind
Looks like a ballad

Ever my only
Sweetest and bitterest dream
How should I follow?

When truth only hurts
When there is no right answer
Don't ask the question

Prior

That she, that
ever-looming cloud of
used to be; that
scepter, fierce and
wandering:
she bides in wait and
pounces readily,
if ever i should stop
to dream.