Late night, with no reason I woke up suddenly

Late night,
With no reason I woke up suddenly,
Shadows of books casted by moonlight
Were chasing after my mind.
So many passionate encounters have melted
Into such a mellow rendition of light.

Autumn and Springtime

Two poems in this raining day
Drip side by side.
First indication is the smell
That wisps on the faint breeze,
Fresh, and watery.
Next a rolling waft of air,
Lifting bamboo leaves,
Feather, and wispy.
Springtime and autumn season,
Now and then,
Fetters the silence of midnight;
But this transitory moment of love
Is crystallized tonight.
Someday in the future,
This tiny and amorous moment of our life
Will come back and swell into a minute,
An hour,
A morning,
A day,
A week,
A month,
And a year,
Till the moment it comes.

moon

It sheds here and there,
Quiet and tender,
Like the Muse's hand
Gliding over the homeland.
Light tides and ebbs.
Singular, tiny, and joyful,
In the persevere transparency,
My own perception is filled with
Wholeness as well as of emptiness,
Being toppled with the moon's embracing light.

Riding the Historical Ring

A bottle of beer,
A plate of peanuts,
That's a small treat for me
To ride this bloody hidden historical ring in this hot summer,
As if it would be grund into a stiky mess in my mouth.
No spitting!
Law is law!
Gulping down this memory into the bottomless pit of time,
I see the flame
Ex nihilo.

In the Gamble of Love

I know it's just my wishful thinking.
I know in this simple game of tossing the coin of love
Winning you or losing you have the same chance.
Heads, full of frenzies,
Tails, deeply cold reasoning,
These two are twisted into a Moebius ring
Turning me inside out.
Although I have got more heads than tails so far,
I'm still yearning for
The miracle of the law of average,
Waiting for more tails to come.
I know the chance is just 50 to 50 each time.
Still, my dear,
I dive into this hopeless fallacy,
Just to see
How my passion manifests itself
In the gamble of love.

The Canyon of Love

A noisy net world suddenly
Falls silent.
Down, and deep down
From the horizon of the multitude,
The canyon of love engulfs
Thousands and millions compassionate hearts.
The moment stops at
14:28, 19th of May, 2008

(National Mourning Day for the Victims in the Wenchuan Earthquake)

Enchanting Moon

I do not know
What time of year it would be tonight
In the palace on high.

Home rests in the memory

Where one can return at any time.