The end of etymology is official
The sun’s morbid desire
cranes over heavy clouds
Autumn wind sweeps mournful hours
Fallen leaves bury unspoken voice
Gone,
gone,
gone.
Shine
The fog stretches long arms over the cliff.
The sun patiently meditates in the sky.
Sunlight spreads a lacy handkerchief out from shroud of mist.
The ocean, as blue as your eyes, is singing.
With peace of mind,
I will dive into the eternal azure.
Heart of Darkness
The unspoken scar never heals
Tears touch the baby’s breath
In the hideous commotion,
nothing is fair
In the righteous indignation,
nothing is pure
Daydream
No detour for
a lonely heart
She is in his arms
already
No sympathy for
a lonely heart
She feels his affection
all over
No worries for
a lonely heart
Leave her
alone
Let It Go
My hope wanders
and frolics
in the unlimited bliss
Fragile
Fiction
in wind-driven
shifting
focal point.
Absence of desire
zooming contradiction
across my mind.
Summer
I’m looking for you
in the endless sunflower fields
The horizon embraces
the tangerine orange
Our silhouettes finally meet
in the promised land
Your lips are addictive nectar
Your hair is affectionate in waltz
I won’t let you go again
S-p-l-a-s-h
Waves glitter the rock
like the sun stirs memories of our summer
Seagulls yearn for the west
like I fingered over his skin
Clouds waft across the sky
like his footsteps faded out
The Invitation
Slow dance with sunset
two avid rattan chairs await
summer breeze aloft
Fly Away
If my world is made of
weightless memories,
tangled words,
and all loveless pain,
this is not where I belong.
O Wings,
tell me,
how far am I supposed to go
to touch the sky?
lonely daffodil 