Drizzles call, drops fall
Flicks a stillness storms fleeing
Then got to know a flock
of drips dancing in youth
outside the windowsill
So close, so away,
Enough for a drizzloss.
Cradling me a home,
yearned I, isn’t it rainproof?
Yes, if only you were blocked.
In sprinkling pond sank me lost
for gray invaded, drops are doomed
As if dawn dwells upon morn frost
Humming a tune composed by
the weeping sky

The thread thee warp
shadow shall shade so
as silken cradles fade though
So soothing that I
lost the rest soaring

Fool’s gold never seems to keep its shine
as if shiver sun ray never stray
until down it bends
until up it flicks
Naively flow with waves of velvet and thorn
not until finding them its own.

Tuned tile, aged alley, clouded cement,
welcome
wander the sunlight
setting feeble rose and blue
adorning tranquil ardent and alive
soothing sacred faint to find floods of glow
announcing alienated savage to shelter sprouts of soul

I leaned on it,
As it listens to the waves of lakeside,
Frothing more than backing.

I breathed with it,
As it stands with branches adorned by golden spots,
Fading yet staying.

I greeted on it,
As it shallows those lost ones with its fragrant of brown,
Healing for the incomparable.

I fell into it,
As if it starts to stray,
Losing while finding.

The peak just vague in clouds, yet
fails to tame hikers' wild hearts.
On the fragment of petrifaction, I
saw my own beauty reflected.
Amidst the dusty wind, I
heard my inner voice echoed.

Footprints on shortcuts transform treads to tracks
“Hi!”
Golden gale tore the still moss
Yet shallowed the brown might
“Thank you!”
Stamps lull taken steps into gone
“Cheers!”
Sheer lines
“You’re close!”
Grey clouds settled on the peak
For no up-looking eyes to glance
“Hi!”
As if the small has always been the great.

On mountains edge sun shines grace,
without looking back a wild rabbit ran away.
Greetings connecting the towering mights
adorned the mountain with resounding sights
that transcended the “Hi!”s

Not upon

I have seen that ME
Seeking for a trivial book
Whose sentiments mingled my soul

I have seen that ME
Wandering down the Quay Street
Where harmony was found in chaos

I have seen that ME
Falling in love with a lonely cloud
When the wind lies a paradise

I have seen that ME
Voyaging on waves of blue
Whom the young poet cried with

I have seen that ME
soaring as a kiwi bird
which died in eternity

Flowed, the stillness,
Flamed, the sinfulness,
Engulfed, the holiness,
Edged, the tenderness,

Lulled, the illness
Leaned, the lightness
Surged, the doubtlessness,
Sparkled, the wilderness,

Colored, the coldness,
Collided, the casualness,
Tamed, the loneliness,
Torched, the goodness,
Dumped, the steadiness,
Drifted, the faintness,
Bloomed, the apartness,
Burned, the angleness,

had I housed pieces of music
of salvation in depth
of constellation in paradise.
of darkness, of thee.

So untamed, it
Blows
So surged, it
Howls
So wrapped, it
Unfurls

There swirls thee stumbled
Here narrows the gate of nestle
Drizzles are drown
too subtle to afloat,
Stormy navy sky's gone
too distant from home.

Only yearned Thatness.

The grounded drop took a leap
into the sky soars the azure
into the sunray flows the torrid
As the rain not yet make its curtain call,
is the next symphony coming?
Summer sundown sinks me in subtle
Here I heard a cuckoo