on July night
i feel like flying
my hands
outspread into the sky
unite two stars of love
the rain and wind
help autumn branches
bare…
the blooms of coming spring
originate within
i gave
my candle
to a temple beggar
the joy of seeing him
to offer it instead
the dandelion
grown
in a pavement crack
entrusts its seeds
to a capricious wind
my waking thoughts
begin
with dreams of you
two butterflies ensф
the clear sky