Piscean haikus

the sun slowly rises
kisses your face, then rolls on
facing destiny. . .
*
the fish slowly swims
tastes the water, then swims on
swimming his way on. . .
*
the moon hides her face
behind the hovering cloud
she waits for its touch. . .
*
the fish slowly floats
waiting for the rising moon
to leave or to stay. . .
*

1981
17 sylablle each (5 - 7 -5)