Raining down everywhere
Autumn tastes bittersweet by the river.
I want to paint the land in abstract
Subtle lines of a new day.
To delight and inebriate the few that call for courage.
But a whisper of cloud takes forever to appear.
And dead leaves are piled up in corners blown by a strange wind.
I wonder, what keeps them there?

The shallow water of the River Fen flows to impress,
But the warmth has now gone.
A heart sunk in mourning and bleakness comes without sound.
I see the couples walk by hand in hand, unaware of the bitter
sweet breeze that blows from winters harsh advance.

The old man walks alone days of youth in his heart,
But he looks back without sadness, without nostalgia.
A life simplified of images, and now he is able to
comprehend the world.
But who wants to know this?

As for me, I will keep on drifting away,
Or break up into many parts,
But I remain who I am!
Searching for you in this land of drifting souls.

She would not stay for me
I did not regard its worth
Abstract moments of affection
Shattered dreams and loves defeat
Now the memories vanish one by one
But I still love her
It was a summer song to me
And it sings no more
Now I lie dreaming
A picture of her memory
Unspoken words
Lies and half truths
Deep compacted regrets.
She would not stay for me

I miss you in the morning.
Listening to the song of your soul.
The curves of your hips and *******
Just flesh and blood.
Our passion spent.
Your body’s breath
teasing me with its nearness
No marks of your departure
No signs of the weary end.
I imagine that this is
the only living thing
in this wounded desolate place.

I miss you in the morning

I walked by the River Fen today
Landscapes mirrored underneath the sun.

Half-formed images like river ghosts,
Men swimming in silence beyond the scope

But today, the fish cried out to me, forcefully.
We need to find a place where dead fish can think.

A place to save a language broken
by the moons full silence.

Everything is ours and minds
forever wonder.

At the beginning I noticed nothing,
too many stones by the dead river.
No gratitude for truth or beauty
Those I loved gone.

I felt like an illegitimate child
walking across an invisible border.
Rejected by its parents,
no one left, a black world.

A kite dived in front of me
I thought it was a sign
The corpse of a dead idea I once had.
Then I saw you, the last of your kind.

Obeying time as before and unknown to myself,
I listened to your voice
To you, a room is a cell of unreadable books
subtle and grey in the morning light.

As the clouds gathered over Mt. Wutai
You whispered in my ear
Nature now came close.
And brought back what I had lost long ago.