归巢
By≠Paleink
晃动的风铃跳在偶然的转角
碰着飞鸿无声扬起的翅
象是归巢
一抹飛溅的浓墨
惊起一泓深眠的秋凉
沿着月光下散落的花瓣
迈着思绪畅满的步履
漫过雨季长长漫漫的青苔小巷
向着遥远的天涯 渐远
暗蓝的风声赤着足在屋瓦上
妩媚地噙一串花瓣 梦游
反复地来来去去
呓语着梦的似懂非懂
倏忽间, 风陡然醒来
抖落满袖的衣香
我闭目聆听飘跃的花雨
落在梦乡里微微颤动的幻想
忘了归路
Rocking bells
Jump up-up at the corner by accident
Knocking with the silent wings of the birds
Flared in the wind
Like flying over the Cuckoo’s nest
A dash of thick ink
Waking up a dream-heavy autumn chill
Along with the fallen petals under moonlight
Trod with a thoughtful way
Over the rain –season alley
Of long endless moss
Towarding the remote horizon
Drift away
The dark bluish sounds of the wind upon the till roof, bare-footed
Hold a string of flower petals in the enchanted lips, dreaming
Coming and going, again and over again
Murmur dreamy-words semi-understanding
Suddenly shakes, the wind wakes with a windy quiver
Spreading the flower fragrance out of the clinging sleeves
Pulsing and leaping petal rains around my closed eyes
Tread on the trembling dream
Forgetting the way of return
