Eyes closed
sound of
the Himalayas
gurgling stream
beneath the night
stars
shining in the sky
interlaced with time
and latitude
the expansion
of infinite space
a lonely soul
swims in
noises
during the day
flow
of crowds
from north to south
the whirling world
after sex with a
random girl
this lost heart
is vast.
The sky
cools down
it’s time
to take back your heart
from anxiety
read a book
write some poems
just revel
the sky
cools down
like routines
of tai chi
take a walk
smell the cinnamon
enjoy
the osmanthus
and many smiles
in autumn.
Cicada’s dream
drifting
gradiently
the rain intoxicating
the fruity winds
a song so maudlin
a season of
silence
monotonous loneliness
windows open
memory no longer
crazily growing
flow of water
from the fingertips
arbitrarily
locked door
is a forbidden language
unable to interpret
golden tide
of meandering wilderness
rises and falls
comes and goes
utterances
of the geese
unforgettable
red flying leaves
stain the hillside
in most beautiful moments
of sunset
in the reeds
across the river
a few waterfowl
standing around
remnants of dusk
but the one
from childhood
has flown
far
far away.
The sound of rain
ticking
this is the sound of time
walking
every drop of rain is love
sprinkling on the soil
quietly as love
the night sky
so impossibly high
stars are twinkling
whispering
quietly
a poem
an emotion
a sleepless thought.
A shaft of sunshine
passes through a crack in the curtain
and hits the computer screen
the whole world is dazzling
and burning
a cup of tea lingers
in the mood of the room
no words
just the blunt sound of ventilator
stubborn.
Outside the car window
rain falling lightly
mist shrouding lines of trees
anxious car horn
urging the pace of spring
midnight
in a forlorn
hot pot restaurant
the warm smile
of the waiter
warm as cherry blossom
in the rain.
Sunlight tilted,
moving gently,
on the smooth varnish of the table,
like the hands of a clock,
calculating,
the scattered and fragmentary time,
an empty afternoon,
like countless tiny water droplets,
destined to be,
