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.
I think
It has everything to do
With you
You come from profoundness, vastness
Let me
Use the simplest language
To reveal the meaning in this
You are
A flower, a dream
A nebula, a sea
Computer-like programming
always conjures up a brilliant starry sky
You are subtle, gentle
You give rise to enthusiasm
You give softness to springtime
You make the night quiver
You are
Like a quiet floaty swallow
Flies through the drizzle
Outside the window
You turn around like time
Making the tide of thoughts
Evermore avant garde and high
Breaking the gossamer trammels
You are no longer a dubious converse
Just right
You are like
A splendid smile
Right before my eyes.
Nightfall is quiet
breeze is light
the vast sky stained with blue and gray
peace is far-reaching
not much clouds
nor stars
i look up and count
only three
and also a flying aircraft
crossing the sky
passing those stars
ocean is calm
just a ripplet in sight
distant high-rise neon
reflected on the water
phantom of the ocean
billows in the wind
padestrians on the coast
muttering
no babel of the day
sound waves seem to be
shrouded in duskiness.
Tonight there’s gonna be
a silver dream
like the pigeons unfolding their wings
like a lotus rising from the shadow of water
the leaves are
like ceramic glaze
flowing toward the sound of autumn
on the roof
the silvery waves of moon
have condensed into exquisite ice
the longitudinal dream
like a boat in a tailwind
sailing toward the frozen night.
Small town,
on this starry night,
the playback of old times on vinyl,
small town had our dreams,
osiers standing silently,
along the causeway,
