Let the strands of moon Fall on the snowy moons of yours. While the Lunatic wolfs, From the distant hills, hauling at the Moon.
I live in the world Where words flow In the rivers; I live in the world Where words rain
I, an insane lover Keep on counting stars ‘cause she request’d me To count all the stars Afore she left me;
No leaves of mine are dead. They are alive—have a few breath; After the detachment, In Long winter of my life, The flowers you planted in my gard…
Tell me babe What should I say To those innocent feeling Who are waiting you Placing their chin
Never The words let me be lonely; Whether it’s the bleak fall Or the verdant spring, Always they circumambulate me.
No longer The rainbow can Pervade my heart With full of joy; No longer
Life is More or less Like the paintings Of Vincent— Mysterious,
I see words Floating on the rivers So I love siting aside of river; I see words On the every leaves
Tell me not, “ I love you “ For I am afraid of L-word. All I know is: Love is damn venomous And will kill our bird
Do love To the stone It will overt into God Do love To the river
Leaving footprints Upon the seashore, There she was strolling With ‘er head bending down; Following ’er footprints
Shoving All the expired dreams Inside the blazing hearth, I am shuffling Slowly and slowly
Upon The darkling sky Scattered with million stars I solemnly Was walking there.
Despite of a small Heart The love I do was precious But you didn’t realized; There is still yo’ name, your name in my heart;