Rain of roses

What a quiet night outside,
the sound of a petal falling,
where are you my love.
Waking up slowly at dawn,
hearing,
a shout outside the window,
standing up quickly,
running to the window,
you’re sweating,
eyes burning,
standing in front of me,
my heart,
like a bird flying.
Moments later,
it begins to rain,
you and i,
running in the rain,
the backyard,
delicate flowers,
dark green grass,
cheering,
in the rain,
you and i,
hand in hand,
the raindrops,
falling on us,
dark clouds,
blotting out the sun,
you and i,
this is the moment,
the rain above us,
like roses,
the flowers on the ground,
like a celebrant,
a blessing,
for us.

Idyllic

Light shirt cleansed by the spring breeze,
met in a time in March,
reunited in the beauty of May,
the smile in the eyes is flying,
touching the beating gentleness,
breathing in the residual scent of love,
memories in hover,

within the mind,
incessantly.

Lotus

Recalling,

the wanderer,

in the beginning,

rhymes and colors,

sailing into the south,

the magical emanation,

the heavy atmosphere,

of the dimness,

of the slender rain,

streaky moss,

the sound of bell,

ringing,

a window of thoughts,

a farm of lotuses,

slim and graceful,

the wind blows,

crumpling,

a pond of ripples,

the sound of oar,

silvery laughter,

containing,

the perfume of water,

from afar,

rain and dews,

on a lotus,

smooth,

moist,

bright moon,

dampening the rainy season,

recalling the times,

strayed into the depths,

of the lotuses,

a glance,

between you,

 and me.

Ephemera

Frosty fragrance,

dark convergence,

swinging ripples,

the cyan sky,

like her eyes,

stringed music,

like flowing water,

tipsy attic,

wandering,

a gentle moment,

gradually,

familiar and obsolete,

merry airstream,

once windy,

difficult to look back,

ephemera,

old dreams,

can’t let go,

a floc of flower spike,

an alluring ray,

a curtain of quiet dream,

a volley of feathers,

looking back,

the breakpoint,

the eaves,

the swing,

alone,

at the end of the world.

Rewind

Rewinding and reviewing,

the lightness of time,

an old cabin,

night inscribed on the tail number,

rhythms,

toggling,

undulating,

nostalgic colors,

sparse,

mad and hearty,

slightly sad,

the yellowing of green,

ephemeral sighs,

tonight,

an old ticket,

boarding her passenger ship,

lights waning,

waves are still.

 

A touch of love

Light blue background,

unrestrained fantasy,

a touch of love,

a visit by inspiration,

careless,

some knowledge of,

the gentleness of the autumn,

wrapped in colorful seasons,

opening a flowery gift,

There are seeds of spring,

luxuriance of summer,

hues of autumn,

desolation of winter,

There is the joy of spring,

the passion of summer,

solemnity of autumn,

calmness of winter,

A touch of love,

everytime,

a visit by inspiration.

Precipitation

Wind,

blowing the manic city,

feelings ruffled,

the tumultuous tempests of the mortal world,

coming and going,

forgetting the feeling,

when the autumn wind grazes the lapel,

sitting on a rock,

listening to the din,

during the blank breathing,

the diminuendo of the lights,

shadow elongating,

ordinary,

and humble.

One day

One day,

everything’s changed,

air filled with solemnness,

what’s heard,

only false flattery,

one day,

you’re gone,

taking away everything that once belonged to me,

what’s seen,

only empty memories,

one day,

you get used to these and those,

everything is repeating itself,

like a machine,

over and over,

what’s understood,

only a trace of,

the warmth of the sun.

one day,

both of us have changed,

becoming,

secular and indifferent,

perhaps we will still remember,

things we confided to each other,

one day,

memories are yellowed,

what we can do,

only strolling in the evening,

perhaps we will then remember,

the dreams we had,

in the very beginning,

one day,

when even the words look pale,

perhaps,

everything wonderful,

is gone.

Black and white film

Why do you get attached,

to the incursion of the night,

you who are far away,

in my dream,

in your smile,

after a flash,

across my eyes,

the pale florescent light in a certain space froze,

your lone shadow,

the bedside lamp,

you escaped the casket of light,

an eyeful of,

cold,

cellphone,

silent,

clock,

ticking.

Sakura

Sakura,
shattered fleeting years,
a piccolo,
sounding,
the longings,
on a street corner,
colorful leaves swirling,
scattered on a pond,
an old roof,
wind chimes hanging from the eaves,
a quiet,
silent recitation,
a ray of limber resentment,
the cherry blossoms,
the flowery path,
ikebana,
pouring,
a bay of flowong plains and maple leaves,
drifting,
feelings of tenderness,
the wistful sadness,
a modest love,
a love for the bygone days,
rain,
falling on the bookmark,
for a poetry,
it keeps falling.