I.
I once touched the sun
It didn't look very hot
Through my sunglasses
The breathtaking speed
Made me forget I was your
Random passenger
Three mirrors reflect
One, you; two, me; three, nothing;
The magic of three
Sunny veranda
I know you couldn't care less
The last warm morning
II.
Smell void in the air
Walking through the beautiful
Colors of decay
Look through the wine glass
At the flickering candle
Smile brokenhearted
Use a search engine
Google up “a wounded dream”
Check out all the hits
Bury dreams in snow
Winter will last forever
No grave is safer
III.
Creaking back and forth
Rusty gate in the desert
Dry wind blowing through
Cold dullness of dusk
Vague contours in the dim air
No daylight to save
What is poetry?
Inferior substitute
For being with you
Feel me through my words
Their trembling butterfly wings
Are my only clothes
IV.
Words make me feel good
From their letters I can build
Pieces of your name
Bringing fresh flowers
To the tombstone of my dream
Always makes me smile
New leaves are coming
Old leaves still cover the ground
How strange to see both
On a late night train,
I'll be loving you until
Terminal station.