9,15,1998
Disk of ancient mirror slipping slowly, upon
The surface of early muddy spring creek
By drowsy decay
The color of weakening tender green, hidden
Under a shadow of distanced spectator
Moist early full-moon, warmth
Chips in dusk obscure horizon
Mystical lemon at shattering sky
Mermaid of the summer night
Stare steadily upon
The prisoner of ardent soul
A Forgiven Dream
2,21, 1999
If the darkness can suffocate the whispering hope
If the breath can be perished
As a piece of tender leave socking in such a cold air
what does keep us to tie
A tiny join on the endless thread of kite?
Rat is rambling on its own course, diligently
Through the tracks, Subway
Bum slept in his own comfort
If the light can pierce the soul
If the spaces can alter the mind
what does keep us to fly
Away from the thread of kits?
Trembling Heart...
Feb.22.01
Tangible brush of syrup
Draws millions of fine lines, steadily
Upon the trembling chest
The tip of angle's wing touches, nervously
Upon the electron of bliss, suspended
On the brittle string, heart
Quivering in the layers of neurotic lustre
The sickness prevail the limps
Whether the tremor is from love or fever
The liquid of ardor erect very cells of the body to cry
Whether the shiver is from brush or heart
Embrace of soul immerses
In the endless sleepless bright night
Through very corner of the veins in comfort
There is a flat whistle from sky:
You are--- mine
There is a yell in the silky acoustic arch
Silent