Deep Green Sea

Past is gone gone gone
Never try to regain it
it’s a white mirror

Another today
is another tomorrow
and no yesterday

Crescent moon outside
a bird crossing my blue mind
I hear the silence

Draussen im Mondschein
dort wo wir unsterblich sind
wo die Welt noch brennt

I snatched a sentence on a window pane of a store today and created that haiku around it:

Some things are futile
some things are best left unsaid
some things are worth it

It is raining now
the grey sky is whispering
telling water drops