Sentiment

My sentiment grew

like any living organism －

broke womb, 

stumbled through
the troubled puberty
endured the sorrow
of middle age

arrived
on the land of

innocence - where 

my consciousness slept
under
the unconsciously ravishing

Moonlight

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

Soprano

Soprano

is a prolonged

wound
covered by

a sustained
neutral expression, which
does not tell
the difference between

a blessing
and a
misfortune

Africa (3.Night)

3. Night

I was told

the nightmarish tales

had never come to Africa -

the evening sky is always clear

the silver Moon is forever bright

all lives rest in

the tranquil dreams of summer night -

Oh Africa!

the cradle of life

the wonderland of children

and the bewitched

Enchantress of myth - who

never desired to wake up from

the moonlit innocence

of

Eden

Africa (2. Afternoon)

2. Afternoon

After the Sun reached its zenith

a lioness

robust and vigorous

sitting on the top of a high hill

breastfed

the grand view of

afternoon

Africa (1.Sunrise)

1. Sunrise

Standing on Horizon

arms stretched

Africa

posed like an umbrella thorn

ready to greet

another glorious

sunrise

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

Spring

Spring, my frozen body thawed

by

the brightness of day

the sound of wind
and the aimlessly shaking of trees ---

Oh whom should I blame
for my already senseless heart
is gonna be broken again
by
the careless touches of
fledgling green

Signore, ascolta!

Yes, through a gentle sigh in the dark
I heard her, Signore
she is a woman ---

Her sigh is like a pearl
dropping on the icy face of grief
with each quivering of ripples
she redefines winter landscape

Her bodyline winds through shores
like wind, pushes waves to a end of sea
where --- she captures glimmer of moonlight
turns darkness into sunrise

Her voice rises with the Sun
by each melodic tone
she turns the sorrow into music
music into comfort --- in which

she embraces us
with her mighty love of grace

Oh Signore, ascolta!

She is a woman
The Mother of the Universe!

This poem is inspired by Signore, ascolta* sung by Maria Callas*Signore, ascolta --- aria from opera Turandot, composed by Giacomo Puccini. "Signore, ascolta" is Italian means "Lord, listen" in English.

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...

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

---

Savannah, Georgia

While rivers running through swamps
Blues
wanders along streets
softens sweaty shadows of oaks ---

Storms came and went
Oh Georgia
as humid as southern rain
my memory vaporizes
like Jazz
hovering above Savannah

Callas

She reached an altar
the ultimate stage of reason
She stripped off the ornament
the beautified dress of God

She transformed the message from Devil
to the rite of sanctity
She revealed the truth
the naked truth
a flawless soul
forged through
inferno ---

Oh Callas!
Soprano!
the height - where a mortal
can never reach…

After a thinker stripped off his own statue

After the thinker stripped off his own statue
Beauty, stepped into inferno
embraced condemned souls
with grace

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

When memory becomes …

When memory becomes landscape
I want to be the wind
travel with the ocean wave
When memory becomes forest
I want to be the sunshine
bury my face inside the golden leaves
When memory becomes music
I want to be a drum
inspire you
dancing with the ocean wave
and I will be the wind again
chasing every step of your move
When memory becomes you
I want to be the air
surround you
hold you tight
breathe you
turn
into
you

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…