The Journey

Every tree is

Part of a great journey
As every leaf is
Fraction of
An infinite green

Map to a great
Journey
The branches
Mould into a
Space not fixed

Rain travel through
Roots to leaves
Whispering the
Language of clouds

Every leaf is there
For the journey
As the sun soak them
In golden silence

Dry land to

A bed of emerald
-Monsoon

Dry branches to
A green length

Yellow bird is
Playing
With rain drops

News of an attempted murder

(You may not hear it in any news)

A thin string in

The neck

Gloved hands are

Dark

Bitter

Angry

A train broke

The silence

Opening me

To a death yet to come

I am happy to be here

In this eye of hurricane

Dark

Bitter

Angry

The string chokes

Opening me

To a dark desire

Engraved in my loneliness

Remote Love

Night

I loved her

Through my phone

We are together and apart

Alone in the midst of a web

Hot and cold at the same time

Made love in between

I loved her

Like a cold wind loving the

Dark night

Whispering to the

Split bamboos

The final mourn escaped

From her lips

Reached my ears

Heart

Hard on

It split

Spilling my identity

Hot, rusty

My body crumpled

As an antique ship

A scrap set to melt

Traveler

Traveler, I can not ask you, now

To be here with me, spend some time

Since, I am buried under this field

For a thousand years.

But I can tell you

Through the bright flowers

In this field, that, how history

Shattered this place for years

I can tell you through

This small stream, that,

How lush is this place

And even daemons loved it

I can tell you through

Every rock in this place, that,

What a rumbler is this castle

Telling stories all night

I can tell you through this

Mountain in the east corner

That how a shadow move

Like a snake is this place

I can tell you through the

Chinook wind, that,

How mystic is here at

Every winter and early spring

But traveler, now I am lost

And buried

In a quadrate of solid darkness

That, I can not understand you

From your foot steps

That who you really are and

Which trails you will suffer

The pain in your eyes

Where they came from

Traveler, I can not ask you, now

To be here with me, spend some time

Even if a second before

Your toe touched my heart

Traveler, I am buried and then lost.