才发现自己无意之中常常写光和影，汇总一下看看
1. Flesh
Flesh
shadow of our soul
Visible
only in the sunlight
2. Autumn
Geese fly south in the blue sky
Their wordless song awakens
The buds hopeless of blooming
And my dreams unwilling to wake up
Companied by the frosty flowers and birds chirping
Wait for the wind to blow to the south
But thin air is
As motionless as I
While time still squirms silently
Pulling straight my shadow
Blood flows in the setting sun
Staining red maple leaves
And a sheet of white paper you sent
3. Twilight and shadows
In the moment before sunrise
Creatures are bathed by twilight
Free
Not yet pulled by their shadows
Creatures are showered by the sun
Drag their shadows and wander
In the moment after sunset
Creatures are bathed by twilight
Free
No longer pulled by their shadows
4. Dust
A stirring of dust
Dancing in the wind
Tells me in light we trust
5. Light in your shadow
Who weaves the light proof curtain
Who raises the bogus neon sun
Who takes down the burning beacon
Who ties and twists everyone’s tongue
People repeatedly murmur these questions
No one dares to exhale answers from their lungs
Till in the air ripples your whisper
Echoing your answers and last breath
Till in the air waves your fever
Flaming your answers and last breath
People reach out for your hands
Only touch your shadow on this land
Sing out loud their sorrow
People see light in your shadow
Sing out loud their sorrow
People see light in your shadow
6. Dream
In a gallery,
next to a violin lying on the floor,
I'm waiting for you.
Your shadow’s long,
your face casts on the strings,
but your foot levers the door ajar.
A man repeatedly asks by my ears-
where you are?
My answer-
She’s waiting for you.
7. Shadow
I stand on a meadow at sunrise,
gaze at morning dew in my shadow.
Within each dew drop I search for moonshine,
that I see every night in your eyes.
I feel your contour curving on the meadow,
and your warmth on my palm from your face.
Why do you leave me alone with my long long shadow,
let the sun dry and evaporate your last trace?
8. When dusk meets dawn
When dusk meets dawn,
When all shadows are gone,
Your soul free in twilight,
farewells to sunlight.
When fame meets flame,
When fortune burnt into ashes,
Your desire turns tame,
till the new born flashes.
9. Cello and his shadow
In sunset stands a lonely cello,
Talks to no one but his shadow.
His words are buzzing bees,
His songs are sighing seas.
In a tune like wavering willow,
In a color like mellowing meadow.
Till the sun flees.
Cello panics and pleas:
Shadow, Shadow, stay with me!
For I will sing you nightly glee.
And my strings will never pluck sorrow,
For I need you every tomorrow.
In sunrise lies a cheerful shadow,
Shed by a humble cello.
To the Cello Shadow complains:
Why your face full of grains and pains?
Cheer up, cheer up, my fellow,
I want to hear your blissful allegro.
Please sing my favorite fairy tale-
Love at first sight never turns pale.
Or a song of a broken heart-
How we meet and part.
So you will forget last night’s dream of sorrow,
And I will be with you every tomorrow.
10. Seal
I kneel and knock at a door.
A door has no keyhole but a seal.
Answers a song by the soul I adore.
Your arms lifted my soul, sings her heavenly appeal,
Now, I summon them to lift yourself even more.
I kneel and knock at a window.
A window has no glass but stainless steel.
In the steel mirror I see us cuddle on a rainbow.
Tender and sweet are your fingers, I feel.
Yet the sun chills me in your shadow.
I kneel and knock at a stone roof.
A roof is nothing but stone-cold aloof.
I wish merry memories would be sealed,
Because the pain will never be healed.
11. Glacier
Once I hiked up a mountain on a winding trail.
The trail wound through the woods and meadow,
And led me to dream about a fairy tale.
Then I hiked along a creek in the mountain’s shadow.
The creek brushed the aged trees and rocky shore.
And led me to dream about an ancient chateau.
Instead of a chateau I reached a glacier floor.
The glacier mothered the creek and the mountain,
And led me to dream about a universe soar and roar.
12. First Meet
Shaken by a fresh breeze of your delicate feet,
When I was immersed in the drowsy heat.
Awoken by a cooling shade of your fleeting shadow,
When I was bound to the cuddly meadow.
I chased your gorgeous shadow to greet,
And your beautiful smile was a wonderful treat.
We strolled around the meadow in sunset,
Till midnight we were trapped in a love net.
Decades later I still hear the birds’ tweet,
They witnessed a first meet ever sweet.
13. When wind bends light
When wind bends light
I see your face
float
your hair
wave
till my hands reach out to you
I touch only the wrinkles of light
14. Barge Hauler
I'm a lonely barge hauler
tethered to a broken barge
Swaying footsteps
tread a path with no end in sight
Hauling the tattered barge
crawl along the winding canyon towards a bay
The river flows too slowly to move the barge
The wind blows too weak to muster the sails
The barge was full of dreams
and the lacerations from the shattered dreams
How can you call them a dream
Merely a steel shed without a door
The sun light squeezes through
A palm size opening
The ropes to dreams
Heavy
Heavy
Bend my shoulders and soul
I grit my teeth and say to myself
No pain
No pain
And ask the Buddha reverently
Where is happiness
The Buddha says impatiently
Endure
Endure
Pass this bay
to reach your sole end
15. Once
In a field full of wildflowers
hides a narrow brown winding path
Pressing the seeds that no longer germinate
are my hurried footsteps
and the dust I shake off
Wildflowers in the sun
Flood my eyes
Have to wait for the white moonlight
to lead me to the center of the wilderness
where I touched a fragrance
and the sorrow it sowed
And the dew at night
is still wetting my steps
16. Infinity
Staring at ME in a mirror
Please answer
How do I reach Infinity
Sure
Me’s answer as silent as divinity
Erect another mirror behind your path
Chase life in the bouncing light
Your journey as eternal as in math
17. Night train
Rain at midnight in spring,
wakes up the night train.
Dark green cars shake
the wandering wooden seat.
And my few silver hair，
are blurred in dim light
One stop after another，
surge on bands of youths.
I’m looking for bright red,
in the crowd.
I’m looking for the first spread of lipstick on your lip
in my memory.
One stop after another,
the train reaches its destination in the late autumn morning,
Surge off bands of youths,
blend into the rainbow.
And the first spread of lipstick on your lip,
is still rubbing my pain.
18. Between you and me
Me thirty years ago
Singing a thirty-year-old song
Singing the errors that I know now
And the river that floats errors
Winding and long
My song
Your laughter
Still flowing in the yellowed photo
The mirror behind us and the flash of the camera
Cast the light that separates you from me
19. Amber
When the moon shines,
I hear my amber pendant chime.
It’s from the firefly within,
singing a song eternalized by resin.
I see her beam,
and my chest lighted by her gleam.
I find my heart’s harbor,
where a tree’s tear glows in amber.
20. Drunk on a summer night
You opened a bottle of tawny port,
when I gazed at the ebbing tides.
As night gown covered the forte,
we slipped into moonlight.
My hands too shaky to pour you a drink.
But my feet still wobbled towards you.
Into you my world was to shrink.
A world in my arms tight and true.
My head swirled for a pillow,
found your laps that were mellow.
I felt floating in the sleeping sea,
a sea of candles surrounding me.
Your fingers combed my hair,
and mesmerized me like a lullaby.
Your breath sweetened the air,
and immersed me in a cherry pie.
I was drunk on a summer night,
half on the Port wine,
half on the candle light,
flickering in your eyes and mine.
21. Kite
My heart’s a featherless kite,
anchored by an endless chain.
It flies far and high at night,
when moon light severs its tethered pain,
when dream makes it feathered wings.
Thousands miles away my heart beats
and murmurs-How can I be free of strings?
How can I land where my love and I meet?
But my heart’s pleas are silent to the adamant dawn,
as it’s pulled home in the west coast from the east.
My heart’s tied again to the chain while a day’s sketch is drawn,
yearns for another journey painted by dreams.
22. The night still young in the rearview mirror
I wander along route 66 in my torch red Corvette.
The headlights create a tunnel in the dark and foggy night,
and my convertible is a moving cage protecting its knight.
My fingers hold on to the warmth from the dying cigarette.
My eyes hunger for the light,
from the full moon silver and bright.
I stare at the moon and look for my silhouette,
and dreams that I clung to tight.
But the moonlight is too harsh for my eyes,
I turn to the rearview mirror quiet and gentle,
and see the rising moon in the creamy sky.
A nightingale flies in and cruises its treble,
singing a song that warms the moon light,
and gives my torch red Corvette wings to fly high.
