Wild Dreams

1 Before me awaits a heap of shapeless days, unseparated atoms capable of endless possibilities, I must seek the best of goodness and live with it. Behind me a distance bridge of leftover days, Separated peaches ripen prematurely without rains, I once traveled in wild dreams and lived with it. When the world turned completely…

Read More

Suicidal At Night

Who has taken her heart away and replaced with ice? If only out of vanity, I have wondered what kind of fine lady she’d become? but she was an unlucky little girl, a convict at birth and prisoned since. I saw her again last night, during the ghostly hours when silence fell deaf, and darkness…

Read More

May Be

How solitary and resolute I look these days, A stoic gaze simplifies my bewildered face. solitary, but not stagnant, As the early warmth of sunlight gladly comforts magenta rose, Languorous morning reabsorbs into a lambent priori of muse. Rain or shine, The strings of my violin remain dutifully hanging, not the lamenting wires of a…

Read More

A Vision in Evanescence

In my restless dreams I walked alone, through empty halls to the golden woods where autumn bloom. Beneath the grey icy water, I saw a vision glitter, then my reflection dissolved, into million particles of neon lights, lit up the diamond sky while you tenderly sighed. There I came flying, to the faraway kingdom with…

Read More