2.52.12.2010

surrounded by fireflies under this starry night,
little beads of light burning oh so bright,
I am the bearer, I am the messenger, I am king: look at my might!
Why oh why, must I be forlorn such as in those tales about that lonely knight--
Riding his old horse, carrying his battered sword, marching slowly out of sight?
It is I, the loner, the wanderer, who thus treks under the guidance of my sole companion, the moon's dim light
surrounded by fireflies, yet my presence but a shadow cast by their beads of light

10.31.12.22.10

on a clear serene night,
there lay a swan basking herself under the moonlight,
and by the gentle touch of nature's breath
leaves whisper to one another at a nearby willow tree...

under the guidance of the water's ripples,
fallen jasmine petals surround her in subtle circles,
whilst the mirror below tries vainly to reflect her beauty on the surface,
only to be put into shame...

oblivious to her surroundings,
slowly she unwraps her pearl white wings,
gently lifting herself into the vast night sky,
until all that remained was a silhouette, a memory...

9.16.12.14.2010

the sky sighs tonight to the call of an old man's fingers,
stroking the mended strings of his zither,
as a fire struggles to breath its last embers,
and by the desolate moon,
the town behind him, muted its lapping waves--
passing without trace amidst the autumn leaves

Bliss

Lying supine in a sea of green, where morning dew embraces the misty air; Afar, a humble cottage puffs away-- wreaths of gray blending with the atmosphere.   Chewing on a fresh blade of grass, savoring the sweet taste of vermouth; contemplating the simplicity of life; living and enjoying ephemeral youth.   As the last golden rays retreat from the emerald sea, and the first diamonds begin to appear in the sky; flames of bliss dance along the reflections of the moon, embracing the ambience with a soft sigh.

8.24.5.12.06

	long and sleek in powerful frame, constantly puffing, constantly pulling, Weaving across mountains and valleys, never ceasing, never resting, Grinding against the steel pavement, iron claws supporting iron frame breathing in flames, blowing out steam, Venturing far into the horizon.

Cities are the pillars of man's ambitions-- Reflected in the water lies the abyss of lost dreams...

Ephemeral happiness is but life's play on man,
To provide an illusion of bliss and content--
only to take it away moments later.

Rain falls upon a black umbrella,
An old fishing boat rows out to sea.
City lights shine out in the distance,
Coated by the mist of the rain.
A lone silhouette of a man stands atop a mountain,
overlooking the glimmering lights that make up his town.

To have everything yet hold onto nothing,
His watch being his sole companion--
Beating alongside the drops of rain.