Summer Solstice (2018/10/01)
Summer ends when September ends.
Summer ends when September ends.
Our story ends when September ends.
Summer ends when September ends.
When you’ll sing our songs again?
Lover does but the uncomplained.
Who shall I dream in prance?
Summer ends when September ends.
When the moon has come to ebb?
Lover goes hind the wane.
How could I have a chance?
Summer ends when September ends.
Summer ends when our story ends.
Summer ends when September ends.
The bowl rings empty, the cry of tramp.
Lover begged in vain.
Where was the fall of dance?
Summer ends when September ends.
The adamant are poorest of men.
Lover prayed in vain.
Were we both in trance?
Our story ends when our story ends.
Lover weeps of mercy, of promise of France.
Summer ends when September ends.
I yet yearn a glance.
Conviction (2018/08/20)
My final wish is to wake up
seeing your beautiful face every
morning and give you a gentle
kiss on the cheeks.
Unconquered by hiatus,
Rescinded was clamorous,
Resparkled in nautilus,
Marvelous or oblivious.
By impetus,
We shall see the wedded us.
With all my love.
Clarion (2016/12/23)
Smelting silver, smithing steel,
crucible of a dwindling ember
roaring, unceases.
She wields the celestial light,
bound and sworn by creed,
exalted by plated armor, studded.
An atomic tome of ancient cream,
winnowing the ruffled chasms,
howling an untold grit.
Imbued by auric rays of mornings,
her turquoise hair, under a beam,
exudes seraphic power.
The angelic force endowed,
heavenly pyrrhic,
conjured her fate of deity.
7.5 mg (2016/12/17)
Bedbound days are sound years.
Causes and doses, imposed,
revealed stasis. Composed,
to bedridden days good ridance.
Awakened (2016/12/08)
She walks on the blue beach,
untainted, and so is the sea.
Fingernails of the broken wave
touch tips with her untanned feet.
The girl sits and breathes.
All the screams held within
the ocean deep,
blocked by the flimsy screen
of a marine keep.
The stronghold of dream
and the kraken underneath
were buried
and unseen.
She rests her palm and grips,
spilling out a castle
as the mirage sands slip
from her determined fist.
When the ebb leaves,
the infested lair will unleash
ten thousand hallow shivs.
Trembling air, shivering pores,
brought the wetness that sets in,
exposing the remnants of sealed evil,
oozing fire,
concocted and complete.
Horns of angels,
halos of griffins,
and spears of gorgons,
unavenged, rise as
carbon trickles from
cracks of weathered
vanity.
She who walks on the beach
shall dive in.
Your Round Glasses (2016/12/03)
The rim surrounds your eyes,
forming concentric orbit bronze,
with planets of lovers young.
With gaze the embracing copper shines,
accentuating your eyes like a lofty crown,
like morning stars that glorify rising Sun.
O! How, in those round glasses,
could you ask me not to try,
when oft your glances do stop by?
Lone Library (2016/11/30)
Dreaded light,
dotted sky,
or the lonely night,
are mine to confide.
Apple EarPods tangled,
I ripped myself wrangled.
Contact to unknown shy,
Alone ‘till I die.
Undenied (2016/11/27)
Onto the shell of the world, she climbs,
High, and, upon soft laurel she lies.
O’er the storm of arrows benign,
Posts a wall of shields defied.
She stands up high,
And her eyes uncried.
On Fall (2016/11/24)
Over the couch sits none cracks,
And lazy Friday is not black,
When Fall be fallen,
Will our downward reaches be kept even?
Stargazer (2016/08/09)
There is no Venus on Mars,
but the wistful melancholic blue.
Alone, I’d be gazing stars,
but I would rather be seeing you.
32 (2016/06/23)
Without cumbrance, only remembrance,
we walk onwards, freely into the future,
turning over the shoulders on a step,
taking one last look before moving on.
What am I standing here for,
if not for the pavilion in the alpine mist,
or the pearl white beach over the field of reeds?
It’s the slices of ordinary joy,
like seeing your head poking out the cubicle,
or taking the long walk across the paths amiss.
On the rooftop, under Taipei sky,
I feel something brewing,
over there, beyond the sunset horizon,
waiting to begin.
Remember our promises.
Remember us, Kayla.
The Long Bench By The Lake (2016/05/20)
I like the long bench by the lake,
as I like any other benches we have sat.
The lake we command is lush,
rife with the elegance of embracing mountains,
and over the precipice,
resounds a flamboyant jubilance.
Closer and stronger we push against each other,
so there is no space between us.
Your hair, a little messy,
but just right, with those slightly curly ends.
Your skin, a little tanned,
but just right, with the smoothly spotty curves.
Your voice, orientally accented,
is my mind enchanted.
Your character, opulently sophisticated,
is my heart delighted.
I taste the oyster
of a thousand worlds in you.
I see the kaleidoscope
of a million wonders in you.
We frolic,
on the lakeside bench
under the summer sun,
drenched,
in the refined affection
of your extravagant richness.
I like the long bench by the lake,
as I like any other benches we have sat.
Black Agate (2016/04/14)
On the midnight train I ponder
our relationship.
Against the seat I recline
away from time.
On the midnight bike I ride
with the joy of you and the sorrow of you.
Under the warmth of city lights,
you are the bliss of mine and the curse of mine.
Your bracelet, black agate,
is my heart forlorn.
Your smile, sunshine,
is my eternal night.
Zhao (2016/03/14)
I walked upon deserts,
crossing over seas,
without knowing when,
or even if I will find you.
You didn’t exist yesterday,
nor the day before.
Yet you shall reside in my heart,
until the end of days.
For all the thunders on the ridge
and the ripples on the lake
are colorless when I see you,
the pigeons fleet.