Buzz Lightyear

The sparkling skyline,
dream and determination,
a nameless martyr,
a monumental past,
time and the second hand,
like the unquiet heart,
the homeland of light,
across the sky.

Eye contact

Sitting face to face with you,
you always playfully wink,
and laugh at my thoughts,
draw shapes in my left palm with your finger.

You’re very funny,
allow me to take you,
through the tunnel of time,
just for a day,
all memories and imagination,

Evening

Don’t know where these raindrops came from,
jumping on the calm windowsill,
some turn away,
playing amongst the flowers,
leaves are greener,
starting to feel helpless,
with an emaciated soul,
facing the breeze,
birds are more and more,

Likes

I like the exuberance of spring,

everything withered puts on new attire,

and writes letters to dandelions.

I like summer,

seized by the song of cicadas,

romantic flowers,

and my wet clothes,

going home with the drizzle.

I like the vines of autumn,