I used to listen to the sound of Night carving trees in my yard 影云2022-08-12 17:11:37

I used to listen to the sound of Night carving trees in my yard 

As Night touched 
What's perched in the leaves
took shape and came into life:
A face afloat above dusted Oblivion, 
a hand reaching for Love pulsing with the Heart 
Of Dark . . .

More 
and more; I could not tell them all 
And I saw myself fluttering wings
Flying in the dark Void as well
Just like I had been doing this all the time
On the wings of Word 
Heading for somewhere unknown - There
Many were familiar 
Everything was new . . .
 
Day became longer and paler
After a tree was completed
But Night has never been tired of looking for another one, and 

Then I turn to You.

@2005 - 2022

更多我的博客文章>>>

• I used to listen to the sound of Night carving trees in my yard
• 回忆 — 冬天里的火影
• 悬浮在城市之上的面具
• Drawing a Hand
• 翻译 花自飘零水自流，一种相思，两处闲愁。

I hear ya, the figurative wings could imply lost minds,,,,

nice sketch! perfectly scaled

Thank you!:)

A dream-like poem. 也应该发表在外国人的诗歌网站，看看那些外国诗人怎么评价

有意境， 美！