Unbearable...
This fire of the flame tree...
This excessive colour...
Such nuisance of wind
Pushing open the window
Tumbling upon bed
Pulling the edge of blanket
Why break the sleep?
Let the wound be there beneath the ice.
Still somewhere the torn dreams
In an attempt to sleep
Ask time for collagen.
In dense brown
The forgotten emotions
Tie me again with ground’s string.
In secret obsession
The appeal of flower that fills the vacuum
Could take me along
Had its path
Touched the horizon.
I feel the still water of Dark River
Trembles inside.
The anchored boat bangs its head on broken shore.
The devastated ribs can’t take a flood again.
Don’t let your inkling
Cause an over-indulgence
Go, Go now
Dear Spring! |