Specks of stars,
crushed in the jam-packed sky,
thus powdery light,
spilled down,
on earth.

Dream of the day,
dream of the night,
are just,
subtleness of neon,
you on the ground,
stars in the sky,
are an,
integrated part of,
a trance.

Sometimes,
i wish you're a speedy horse,
and sometimes,
i wish you're a snail,
but if you'd let me,
i wish i could be your owner.

Northern lights
The breath of wind,
blowing open the door,
of the heart,
letting the petals of dream in,
a kind of feeling,
falling in love with the screen of heaven,
playing a video of,
pictures of memories,
the lost season,
the northern lights,
hot boiling dream lost,
in the direction of the,
lights,
a touch of coolness,
awakened,
shimmering silks of light,
of dawn,
awating.

Under the eaves,
the jangling
clanking raindrops,
asked a slate,
"Listen carefully,
did i break something",
was it a fresh surprising dream,
or a fragmented mood,
the slate wordless,
suspiring.

Stars chasing stars,
hills chasing,
hills,
trees running,
lurking,
blink of an eye,
all disappears without a trace,
everything in haste,
the past catching up,
then disappears,
hastily,
the same vastness,
the moon,
speaks of its thoughts and loneliness,
lengthy flowing in the hills,
meditating on the train of life,
silently counting,
the fleeting platforms.

Traversing,
a snowfield,
walking,
into the woods,
shadows of leaves,
disappeared,
winter wind overhead,
can't blow away,
the only figure,
here,
reeds flickering,
along the trace of dream,
searching,
a sound like magnet,
tenderness like water,
warmth like fire,
through the transient,
sunshine.