Will you trust me just this once
Close your eyes and take my hand
Listen to our hearts beat as one
Dance with me in the river of time
Lay with me under the maple tree
Run with me in an open field
Open your eyes and look into mine
Look at the stars twinkle in the midnight skies
Place your hand upon my beating heart
Listen carefully as it sings to yours
Do you hear its soft whispers
As it screams with all its might
Can you hear its cries
Begging for you to be mine this night

~
he who is a little ahead of his time
whose treasures of the words random
romanticism is in the blood, marrow,
his mood is as the autumn clouds

he who has lost his path within path
drowning with dreams, sunk you within dreams  
again holds thousands of lost dreams
fly the colorful kites in the blue sky

he who hide within himself
**** in his naked poetry
In forms humorous,harmonic  
as a portrait of the Vincent's starry night

he is a pilgrim who has lost himself within spirituality  
holds everything with the love  
who is for everybody so everybody is for him
But in fact there is nothing in all his

he who is simple straight as the waterfall
when in complex grew hard stone
who broke rules for building rules,
knows himself within the other life

whose words never be end
again he moves on and on
who laughs in the moonlight
again swept in pain without thinking any gain

who looks the life
as a grain of sand
and see the sign of love
in the footprint of a fossil

he who is a poet -
~