Sign of Blue

The painting of the cloudy sky

was created senselessly 

by a single impetuous brushstroke of

grey, wherein

life grew involuntarily

striving for

the slightest sign

of

 blue

Night Fog

Walking in a foggy night

my weightless thoughts
 are drifting effortlessly

towards
a timeless dream

June, I Said Hello to the Sun

When the first wave of summer heat came

in June, I set out alone

to greet the Sun

I wanted to see how faraway the horizon stretched

I wanted to know how tall maples and pines grew

I relished exuberant color of green

I rode on swift gusts of wind

The dandelion on the sidewalk - whom I secretly loved

nodded to me without knowing my ambition

the roaming clouds - whom I adored unreservedly, 

joined my journey without knowing my destination 

Oh June, I said hello to the Sun 

telling her that I was ready to write 

another song of

myself

The Scent of Gardenia

The scent of gardenia

sneaked out from the shadows
collided with my morning ramble
spilled joy

all-over

the leafy garden of 

May

Moonlight

Tonight, I haven't painted yet
Tonight
I've been singing, writing

and dreaming.

Moonlight is my confidant
she just visited my chaste white poetry sheets
and dwelt there --
she belongs to poetry
belongs to my songs
and my wide awakening dream

Tonight is also for thoughts
my disordered reason suddenly starts thinking
something beautiful
and it was moonlight
who is telling me
what “beauty” means

Tonight, I have not painted yet,
tonight, I sleep in my poems - who
shower under
the silver moonlight - where
I dream
the Moon

(translated, partially re-wrote from my early Chinese poem)

今夜
我没有绘画
今夜
我写诗 
    唱歌 
      做梦 

月光是知心的 
悄悄落在诗歌的纸上
她是属于诗 
   属于歌
     属于我醒着的梦 

今夜是思想 
我杂乱的思想梦见了美妙 
月光在告诉我 
告诉我美妙是什么 

今夜 
我没有绘画
在月光沐浴的诗歌里
我做着月亮的梦

Path Of Love

Book of love
was opened by a gentle hand

page by page;

story of love
was told by a tender voice

word by word ---
Text drifted

voice whispered

chapters intertwined

story lines undulated

and when music quietly danced through,

they all scattered
like autumn leaves

along the PATH OF LOVE
woven by

roses

and thorns

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This poem was inspired by this piano work It's About The Rose In The Vase On The Table by Karen Marie Garret

The Bridge That Crosses Over Time

The bridge that crosses over time

stands on a solid
two dimensional ground

unperturbed

by its sundry earthy desires ---

time flies

river runs

bridge remains, and

embraces

Painting by Marc Gosselin

My Story Under Sea

My story

was conceived in water

born on rising tide

told

by a fisherman and his boat

My story contains chapters

that intertwine like seaweeds, which

conceal secrets of life

within  shadows that lie on seabed

My story grows

like other creatures under sea

absorbs salted water

breathes melted sunshine

and moonlight

My story

is a mystery

a mystery that displays scenarios

with anticipations, yet

surprises, like ever-increasing ripples

perplex

fisherman

and his boat

Rose

July, summer rain came
with unintentional harshness ---

Thoughts evaporated
into humidity, which
permeated through my garden
where I saw a rose,
blooming herself,
under the gaze of daylight---

She is naked
She is white
She is whiter than the winter Moon...

Tulip

Sitting beside a tulip
scrutinizing the afternoon
my thoughts slid
into a laziness
that once pervaded over my body
nurtured
a fresh dew at sunrise

Drown

Drown into your life
my sentiment grows
into fragrance
that once dwelled
within my imaginary grasp…

perfection slipped away
with your tenderness
in which I drown , I die
in which I

resurrect



7.2008 draft, 7.14. 2009

If you give me a moment of silence

---

If you give me a moment of silence
I will write a song
sung by angels
If you give me a lift to horizon
I will find a color
paint the Earth into Heaven
If you give me wings
I will be an eagle
fly over sorrow
If you give me light
I will be the Sun
shine through
abyss

---

Woke by the morning Sun

Woke by the morning Sun,
my memory hungers

for a long lost melody
refreshed by
dewdrops ---

Puzzled by how day goes by

Puzzled by how day goes by
my mind slides ---
into the shadows of lazy afternoon
pondering
another page of blank journal…

Let me…

Let me
lie down like ocean
sleep for thousands years
embrace the history
with my turbulent waves

Let me
stand up like the Sun
wake up stars
spread my energy
to the end of universe

Let me
explode my love
like volcano
melt the whole sky
with the heat, that melts the steel

Let me
fly to a height
where I can have the God’s view
reach the eternity
dissolve myself
Into
sky blue

White Buffalo

There is time
keeps us still
There is space
let us flow
There is music
keeps us silent
There is silence
let us explode

There is snow
glowing under the Moon
where there is a buffalo
white as snow
There is an Eagle
hovering above the Moon
where there is Beauty
(makes us) to die for…