10 Haikus

Wings flap and make breeze
It feels like summer again
Dreams fill with laughter

Whispers of the blind
Visions of truth told to man
Deafened by shadows

Through the branches
Toppled by the many truths
Ages are stored here

Golden are the ones
Who travel forward in time
They meet their secrets

Troubled waters wait
Fakes and innocents are shown
Faces of the past

Trombones play the notes
Mothers cry at the marching
Rhythmic notes for death

Treasures are hidden
More than ever do we search
Can't they be for us

Broken they walk through
Days on end taunt the weary
Stolen glances greet

Stationed again here
Travelers from everywhere
Looking for their homes

Scraping for gold dust
The magic of its worth wins
Money held us for long