FIVE HAIKU

Past the clouds they fly,
Illuminating the earth--
Dragons in the sky.

Here drifts a flower,
Carried gently by a stream,
On this moonlit hour.

How silent and steep
Is this winding mountain range,
And the sea, so deep!

I have no regrets--
My most precious possessions
Are those of the heart.

Lead me to this place
Where the stars shine like diamonds
In your smile, my love.

                                 January 21, 2000
                              --Alexander Shaumyan