6 Haiku before dawn

Sometimes, I wanna Talk. With her. Tell her my thoughts. But she is asleep. Or she's not, but gone. Not available to help Balance my wobble. Or I have too much To say, and worry about My place in her world. I forget myself. I yearn for Hiraeth-- my love-- My soul’s safe haven. I am stone and clay Metal and wood, living. Resilient. Stoic. So, my feet planted, Unafraid-- no, just bravely-- Facing my sunrise