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

Village

A spontaneously painted village 

is a conscious touch

over an absentminded
valley ---

wisps of smoke wind along

pond reflects, like a wide open eye

oh, landscape is just awakened

so am
I

Life

life, by design

is confined within limited

dimensions, yet

imagination strives 

to go beyond

disregards the eternal torment of

irresolution

between the comfort of

confinement and
freedom of

uncertainty

February Sky

February sky

opaque, like a piece of

frayed canvas,

stretched silently

behind an old stone bridge - 

underneath

weeping water runs 

for

centuries

An Ordinary Day Of May

Passion - Reading Van Gogh 12: Still Life

12. Still Life

In the absence of light
vision, traveled through
an unshaded path

captured the moment - when
time solidified
into a few

simple

life

forms

Passion - Reading Van Gogh 11: Meadow in the Garden of the Asylum

11. Meadow in the Garden of the Asylum

Creeping on stony ground, grasses

stretch their bony fingers

stubbornly

absorb life

through

every bit of

green

Passion - Reading Van Gogh 10: A Pair of Muddy Shoes

10. A Pair of Muddy Shoes

The broken heart

was buried beneath

a pair of muddy shoes, yet

passion survived ---

with the vibrantly captured

contrast, love

shines

through

every flash of

dazzling

high-

lights