if I die tonight
Could I make another I
From my lifeless sigh
Out of my last breath
And relive this I another
Time, I promise
I'll be more of it
The second round
Now or never

O what
an exhilarating
celebration
for something that meant to
happen but never did
O what
a stimulation
to the mind with blowing
solar wind
Who says that dream has to be
solid like gold with wings
Mercury, Mercury
that planet nearest to the Sun
volatile and sensitive
charged with heat
my messenger to the God
burned
Now my world is cold
full of silent sound
So gone with my opulent  
submarine boat
But someone in California
is whooping it up
and living it large
His sun will always be
favorable
with those balmy breezes
Let me lament then
to my sunken submarine
My titanic pontoon
My Mercury's cavernous
moaning echoes
My love
for only in grievance
and sorrow, we suddenly
grow old and
bold

Our poems are fabrics

knit with the dreams inside
laid out in the open
so may a passing eye
grant a glance

a pausing mind
decides for a fleeting moment
to wear

thinking them their own.

i'M an empty shell
who pretends to be
**alive.

Our feelings
like stars in the sky
only on clear nights
we see, but aren't they
always there?
Their trajectories
Their orbits we trace
through age
We master not of
their destiny, but
some shared voyages
To peregrinate, even  
on cloudy days
We've learned to
believe in and trust
our feelings—
our celestial guidance

to see or not to see
our eyes take the lead
if the mind is inquisitive
the eyes are prying
sometimes
it's not what we see
but how we observe it
or why we look into the thing
our attention interprets
according to our mind's taste—
our history, our knowledge, etc.
unfortunately, all is relative
in beauty or truth
heaven or earth
I mean
except those universal truths
when magic is real
and no dreams
are too big to achieve
...we all need to be
inspired sometimes
I could be easily won
by those little wonders I see
merry go around  
be glad in the circles
of living
by the way
what did you see
for the day, my friends?

A glimpse
of light
we catch
on solitary night
firefly's serendipity
smell of
near distance
word
exchanged
with one's self
image and sound
touching of
an angel's hand
rhythm
and rhyme
resonant inspect
riddle
and pun  
hovering
over an open land
cull
extract
an ounce of
delight spreads